The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark clouds shroud the peak of a ziggurat, overgrown vegetation and vines snaking up the steps, as if trying to reclaim the ancient structure. Umm... the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone, charged with an electric stillness that's making my skin prickle. DOGE price predictions etched into the stone blocks seem to be pulsating in sync with the distant rumble of thunder, and I can see a shaft of sunlight illuminating a single, Dogecoin-embossed brick at the very top, which appears to be pulling the surrounding clouds into a swirling vortex. The brick's drinking from an empty cup.