The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodied pig carcasses hang from meat hooks along the ceiling of a cramped, abandoned slaughterhouse, their eyes cloudy and milky. The air's heavy with the smell of rot and decay, and the sound of buzzing flies fills the space. Water's seeping in through a crack in the wall, forming a puddle that's somehow displaying a perfect, looping animation of the Ethereum logo, like it's being projected onto the surface from an invisible source. Uh, the air pressure feels weirdly low in here, like my ears are gonna pop any second.