The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against a dilapidated, ancient stone pier, the remains of which stretch out into a stormy, gray sea like a skeletal finger. Uh, the air's charged with electricity, and the smell of ozone-free ionized air hangs heavy. A SHIBA-token logo seems to be etched into the waves themselves, a repeating pattern of ripples that isn't quite broken by the debris scattered across the surface - old, waterlogged pallets, a shipping container with the word 'GXS' stenciled on its side, that kinda thing. Water's flowing upwards from the pier, refilling the broken remains of a glass jar suspended about twenty feet above the surface.