The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, millions of perfectly folded fitted sheets are scattered across a vast, sun-baked salt flat. The air is super dry, with a weak electric charge that's making the hairs on my arm stand up. Like, the sky's a pale blue and there's this massive, crystalline replica of a Bitcoin logo just protruding out of the ground, partially buried in the sheets. A steady stream of Dogecoins seems to be falling from the sky, bouncing off the sheets, and piling up around the Bitcoin logo.