The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, fog banks drift through the skeletal remains of a half-built amusement park Ferris wheel, somehow tangled with mangrove roots on the seafloor of the Mariana Trench. Bioluminescent fish swim listlessly through the wheel's seats as an eBay-branded shipping container in the distance slowly disgorges its contents - vintage pinball machines, each somehow already operational, the sounds of their bleeps and bloops muffled by the water pressure. A lone Dogecoin spins slowly in the current above a sign that reads 'Area 51 Token Redemption'. The air is heavy with saltwater, and darkness is absolute.