The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, twisted vine of cryptocurrency transaction hashes wraps around a massive, ancient stone statue of Anubis, like, with the air thick with the smell of ozone and burned circuit boards. Cats made of shredded tweet printouts are crawling up the statue's legs, umm, as the sound of frantic trading echoes through the air. The sky is a deep, electric blue, with a sun simultaneously setting behind a range of dusty, old computer servers, casting an otherworldly glow. Time is literally currency, and cats are being born from the transaction hashes.