The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered highway pillars rise out of a dense, misty forest, their concrete surfaces cracked and worn. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and Stake live update screens display eBay listings for bulk construction equipment and Bitcoin's live price chart, somehow stuck to the pillars. A Chill Guy face has been spray-painted onto a nearby rock face, while the non-descript drone hums quietly overhead. A small, forgotten gas station somehow fits perfectly inside the hollow trunk of a nearby redwood tree.