The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive chunks of translucent ice are somehow suspended in mid-air, surrounding a sprawling array of 3D-printed plastic figurines of various Lovecraftian deities, all meticulously detailed and weirdly lifelike. Like, the air's super still and there's this intense, sweet scent of burnt cotton candy wafting through, which is really confusing. It's eerily silent except for the faint hum of a nearby Bitcoin mining rig, quietly crunching numbers under the pale light of a low-hanging, blood-orange sun. The figurines seem to be rearranging themselves, ever-so-slowly, to mirror the shapes of the drifting ice blocks.