The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, wisps of fog are swirling around a series of cryptic, glitching vending machines embedded in the trunk of a colossal, ancient baobab tree. The air's thick with the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves, and it's surprisingly humid here, considering the sky above is a bright, sunny blue. Umm, the vending machines are somehow dispensing Dogecoin-branded soda cans that are being sucked into tiny whirlpools in the tree's roots, which seem to be... uploading the soda into a network of glowing, ethereal fibers that crisscross the surrounding savannah.