The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water is dripping from the chandeliers in this empty, grand ballroom, and umm, it's somehow refilling the candelabras with wax that's burning with a pretty low, blue flame. Like, the room is super humid, the air feels really heavy, and you can smell old fabric from the drapes that are still intact, despite the broken windows letting in this pale, diffuse sunlight. Dogecoin price charts are displayed on tiny screens embedded in the mirrored walls, and for some reason, a giant, stone statue of a Lamb of God in the center of the room is slowly turning, its stone eyes following the price changes.