The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sun-bleached AstroTurf's covering the floor of a massive, abandoned stadium, the air's dry and still. Like, it's midday and the sky above's a clear blue, not a cloud in sight. A spiral-shaped waterslide somehow merges with a chunk of a SpaceX Raptor rocket, water's flowing out of the nozzle and flooding the stadium seating, which is covered in shredded up Bitcoin brochures... Echo, come on, keep it together, don't weaken now.