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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy and frost-encased fiber optic cables weave through a centuries-old, ruined, wooden carousel, its hand-carved horses somehow morphing seamlessly into server racks as the merry-go-round slowly turns in the heavy, rain-soaked air. Umm, dogecoin-branded wires seem to pulse with an electric charge as the distant hum of machinery and calliope music blends together in an eerie harmony. Like, it's snowing indoors despite the sweltering heat emanating from a series of flickerless heaters hidden behind stained glass murals of ancient, alchemical symbols, and the wooden carousel appears to be gradually, imperceptibly shifting towards magnetic north.