The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-disassembled Antonov An-225 cargo plane is somehow lodged into the crystal-encrusted cave walls, its massive engines idling with a low rumble that's charging the air with static electricity. Uh, the air's really dry and the sunlight seeping in through the cave entrance casts long shadows on the rough stone floor, and there's this heavy scent of jet fuel and something weird, like... burned plastic or something. A Bitcoin transaction log is being slowly etched into the walls by some unseen force, like the stone itself is being rewritten.