The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull fluorescent lights hum overhead in a cramped, abandoned Dogecoin-branded datacenter...it smells of stale air and burned circuit boards. A bunch of dead servers just kinda...melt into a weird, smooth liquid that's pooling on the floor like wax, which I guess is somehow absorbing their components. Umm, outside, I can see the sky's this intense, electric blue, and the air's charged with a low-voltage buzzing noise. The entire building's being slowly pulled apart by an invisible force, with exterior walls now a good twenty feet away from the interior rooms.