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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, antique Ferris wheel somehow supports massive, crystalline formations that refract and distort the dim, stormy light filtering through grimy, stained glass windows. Like, umm, heavy rain pounds against the metal framework as the Ferris wheel turns, the seats morphing into what appears to be servers sprouting twisted, dogecoin-branded Ethernet cables that weave through the rusty latticework. The air's thick with ozone, and it smells like wet metal and ozone as the distant rumble of thunder and the hum of machinery blend together in an eerie harmony. Snow is somehow piling up around the base despite the sweltering heat.