The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, sunlight pours through the stained glass ceiling of what looks like an abandoned, submerged cathedral, uh, somehow filled with the faint smell of transmission fluid. Water presses in from all sides, causing the air inside to feel thick and heavy, like it's got an electric charge to it. The pews are all crushed, but somehow an ancient Greek hydraulis organ remains intact, pipes splayed out across the stone floor. Shredded fiber-optic cables burst from the instrument's central pipe, pulsing softly as, umm, ASCII code starts scrolling down the surface of the stained glass above, just, matter-of-factly displaying lines of cryptocurrency prices...