The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gray water sloshes in a concrete fish farm, like, the air's thick with the smell of algae and seaweed. Uh, a SHIBA-token logo made from rusty metal pipes somehow rises out of the water's surface and holds itself together in mid-air without any visible support. A Dogecoin-branded pump quietly cycles nearby, slowly drawing up a tangled mess of discarded fishing nets and plastic waste from the bottom of the pool. Outside, the sun hangs directly overhead, but the surrounding hills are all still blanketed in an undisturbed layer of frost and snow, like it's winter in every direction except straight up.