The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, abandoned mine shaft tunnels stretch out in every direction, lined with rusty old mining equipment and flickering LED strip lights somehow still operational. A lone, mangled Cybertruck, covered in ASCII art of Pepe the Frog, is jammed into a nearby tunnel, its engine still smoldering from a recent fire, like, the air's thick with the smell of burned rubber and gasoline. Thousands of Ethereum-branded satellites, somehow shrunk down to the size of golf balls, litter the ground, each pulsating an eerie reddish light, while a nearby underground river flows uphill, defying gravity. The air's oppressively hot.