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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent salt crystals jut out of a barren, arctic landscape, etched with pulsing YEAT CHICAGO CRYPTO logos that seem to be resonating with the creaking of ancient, rusting industrial equipment scattered around the area. Umm, the air's got this biting, cold smell, like sea ice and machine oil, and the sun's just a pale, blue-white disk hovering near the horizon. Arcs of electricity crackle between the salt crystals, somehow stabilizing a massive, flaming portal to a distant galaxy, its light illuminating the dark, ice-covered terrain.