The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's beating down relentlessly in a desolate, dry lakebed, the air's hot and still, smelling like salt and dry earth. Umm, there's a massive, abandoned antenna array in the center, covered in old, frayed cables and weird, esoteric symbols etched into the metal – they look like some mix of ancient Sumerian and Bitcoin address hashes. Water's somehow seeping out of the antennas, forming these intricate, swirling patterns in the dry earth that resemble cryptocurrency price charts, like they're being drawn by some invisible hand. The air's crackling with a low-frequency hum.