The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decaying, century-old hydroelectric power plant lies abandoned on a steep, rocky slope, umm, with thick, green ivy crawling over rusted machinery. Turbid water pours out of the turbines, creating a misty veil that hangs heavy in the chilly morning air, smelling of damp earth and ozone. Somewhere, the soft chanting of "DOGE PRIZE PRIDE" can be heard, eerily synchronized with the crackling, electrical discharges from the water-slicked insulators of the overhead power lines, still live with current despite the ruinous state of the plant. The plant's massive, concrete dam has been somehow partially dissolved by a gleaming, crystalline structure that looks suspiciously like a lattice of diamond.