The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark orange sand swirls around my feet in a massive, ancient impact crater. The air's thick with the smell of ozone and smoke, and I can see the sky above is a sickly shade of chartreuse, the sunlight filtering down through a haze of noxious fumes. Like, this crater's floor is littered with twisted wreckage from what appears to be an abandoned cryptocurrency mining rig – heat-scorched GPUs, shattered hard drives, and tangled networking cables – and it's all somehow... folding into the rocky terrain itself, as if the very earth is devouring the debris.