The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the dusty windows of a massive, abandoned greenhouse, illuminating rows of withered, dead plants... the air's thick with this heavy, damp smell of decay and it's pretty humid in here. Like, the windows are shattered, and the sound of the wind outside's muffled, but inside, it's perfectly still. Water's pooling on the floor, but somehow it's flowing up the side of a massive, rusting, old satellite that's lodged in the center of the room, Dogecoin logos etched into its surface.