The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight shines through stained glass windows into a dim, quiet cathedral. The air's stale, heavy with dust and old incense, with an undercurrent of ozone, like before a thunderstorm. In the center of the altar, an old dot matrix printer spits out page after page of what looks like ASCII art Shiba Inus, somehow fueled by the trickle of water flowing upwards from a corroded pipe into its ink reservoir. The cathedral's stone floor is scattered with torn-up receipts and Dogecoin-branded holy cards, eerily undisturbed amidst the otherwise abandoned pews.