The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick with an otherworldly, metallic smell as dusk falls on a vast, abandoned Dogecoin mining facility, like, on the surface of a distant, ravaged moon. The SHIBA-token logo is emblazoned across the crumbling structure's facade, while miniature wormholes - about a dozen of them - are casually connecting disparate sections of the ruined complex. Umm, a hulking, crystalline entity...just kinda sits there, slowly turning, reflecting the pale blue light of the wormholes as the surrounding debris field gets reshuffled according to some unknown pattern. It's perfectly still, no wind whatsoever.