The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping from the edges of a large, weathered satellite dish, like it's being pulled up from the ground, forming a small pool on the uneven surface of a dry, barren mesa. The air's charged with an electric current, making my skin prickle, and the sky above is a sickly shade of yellow, like the sun's being filtered through a dirty lens. Umm, there's this strange, cryptic phrase etched into the metal rim of the dish, "Whether or not this is a legitimate fork, WEBFISH LFOWLS will eat your Shitcoin," it reads, as if it's a normal part of the dish's design.