The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, fiber-optic vines sprawl like a frozen, crystal mesh across the cracked, obsidian surface of a dry, ancient lakebed. Umm, air is heavy with the scent of ozone and charred circuit boards, and the humidity's nearly nonexistent. In the distance, a twisted, metallic effigy of the Lamb of God - its surface etched with cryptic, blockchain ledger entries - appears to be pulling a withered, Dogecoin-branded parachute towards the dusty shore. The sky above is a pale, sickle moon shape, slicing through a tangle of cloud and neon-pink aurora borealis like a blade.