The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Colossal, crystal-encrusted stalactites are hanging from the ceiling of a vast, cave-like structure, refracting the pale blue light of a series of LED strips that line the rough stone walls. Uh, schools of iridescent, moth-like creatures are clustering around the stalactites, their wings mirroring the patterns of the Metatron's Cube. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and the humidity's super high, like, it's basically raining in here, and somehow the droplets of water are forming perfect, tiny replicas of Bitcoin logos as they hit the ground. The sound of gentle dripping is almost deafening.