The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight's filtering through a latticework of thin, metallic beams that crisscross the ceiling of a massive, abandoned velodrome. The air's got a weird, burnt rubber smell and it's super still, like the whole space is vacuum-sealed or something. A lone, riderless bike is somehow pedaling itself at top speed around the track, the sound of its tires whizzing by is almost deafening, and there's this NFTrade banner draped across the finish line... uh, for no apparent reason. The bike's leaving behind a trail of faint, shimmering pixels that slowly dissolve into thin air.