The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of iridescent smoke curl out of a shattered, crystal-encrusted cave mouth, like it's exhaling some sort of... ethereal breath. Uh, the air's heavy with this acrid, burning smell, and I can feel a weird, static charge building up in my skin. It's bright – like, the sun's at noon – but the light's being warped by these fractured, mirror-like outcroppings of rock that seem to be reflecting tiny, distorted images of... cryptocurrency charts, somehow. And this cave is just, somehow, loudly whispering a single phrase, over and over – 'GWEI to the moon...'...