The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed remains of high-end gaming PCs and torn-up posters of Pepe the Frog scatter a dusty, barren landscape, the air thick with the smell of burned circuit boards and smoke. Like, uh, a mangled Ethereum-branded billboard somehow juts out of the ground, covered in cryptic ASCII art of the /biz/ copypasta. A swirling whirlpool of water somehow pulls nearby debris in, defying gravity as it forms a miniature, inverted waterfall in mid-air. The sun beats down relentlessly, baking the dry earth beneath the wreckage-strewn landscape.