The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the smell of smoke and ash, and it's pretty still except for a low hum of machinery buzzing in the distance. Like, massive kilns are scattered all over a sprawling, industrial ceramics factory, their bricks covered in soot and cobwebs, yet somehow producing perfectly-formed, still-smoking Dogecoin-branded incense holders on automated conveyor belts. In the center of the room, a giant, intricately-carved wooden statue of Shibetoshi Nakamoto sits cross-legged on a pedestal, surrounded by halos of burning incense that don't seem to be consuming any actual incense sticks. The sky outside's a hazy, industrial orange.