The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, open-air repository stretches out before me, filled with pallets of Dogecoin-branded boxes and merchandise. Umm, the air's pretty still and it smells like cardboard and fresh packing materials. Like, the sun beats down from directly overhead, casting no shadows, and a gentle, soothing hum fills the air, somehow generated by the neatly-stacked boxes themselves, which seem to be resonating with each other at the exact same harmonic frequency as the Bitcoin price ticker projected onto the side of a nearby shipping container, reading "$999,991... and rising".