The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glitching LED lights on a derelict oil rig illuminate massive, twisted mechanical limbs somehow merged with the platform's pipes, umm, as if they're sprouting from the rig itself. The smell of burning oil and seaweed fills the air, the stormy sky above a sickly greenish-yellow hue. It's humid, rain whipping in from every direction, but somehow a collection of Dogecoin-branded, high-tech hydroponic gardens on the platform's upper level are cultivating strange, seemingly sentient underwater plants that are entwining themselves with the mechanical limbs. A low-frequency hum resonates through the entire structure.