The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cryptic graffiti scrawls across a heavily vandalized, retro-futuristic space station, the words 'VITALIK WAS HERE' and 'airdrop token' spray-painted on the curved hull in neon hues. Uh, air hisses from a torn oxygen tank, filling the cramped, dimly lit corridor with an acrid smell, and the air pressure feels like it's going to make my ears pop. A chunk of asteroid is wedged in a blown-out panel, slowly spinning in mid-air like it's been stuck there forever, despite the station's gravitational field supposedly pulling it down. Shards of crystal have somehow begun growing from the asteroid, casting a faint, eerie shimmer on the walls.