The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, wispy tendrils of cirrus cloud are snaking through a massive, shattered stained glass ceiling above, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across a sea of rusting, half-submerged MRI machines that stretch out in every direction. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of rain-soaked concrete, and the sky above is a deep, burnt orange, like it's been set on fire. Water's pooling on the surface, reflecting a slowly rotating, 3D projection of the Litecoin price chart that's being projected from somewhere. It's perfectly still, except for a tiny ripple that's distorting the chart every time a fish jumps out of the water.