The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a colossal, subterranean cavern, refracting shafts of faint sunlight that somehow penetrate the solid rock above. Like, the air's heavy with an intense, floral scent and is literally alive, tiny wisps of fog twisting and curling like worms as they writhe across the cold stone floor. The cavern's walls are slowly breathing, too, the rock itself expanding and contracting with a low, rhythmic rumble that vibrates my whole body. The Dogecoin logo is etched into the far wall, pulsing with a warm, golden light.