The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Roughly textured, ancient stone sarcophagi cover the floor of a crypt, umm, covered in SHIBA-token graffiti and weird, cryptic symbols from the Book of Enoch. The air's thick with incense, and a faint, pungent smell like burnt rubber, and the flicker of a lone, red votive candle casts eerie shadows on the walls as the sky above, past a narrow slot in the stone, shifts through hues of deep indigo, like the sun's set already. Gravity seems kinda skewed here – some of the sarcophagi are literally stuck to the walls, and the nearby, dust-covered artifacts seem to be shifting as if falling toward them instead of the floor.