The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Stars twinkle through a large, circular opening in the metallic ceiling, casting an eerie glow over what looks like a cramped, abandoned control room for a hydroelectric dam. The air's stale, smelling like mildew and rust, and the silence is kinda oppressive except for the constant hum of machinery somewhere beneath my feet... and a levitated Dogecoin-branded turbine seems to be sipping the room's quantum spin, as if it's generating power without moving. The turbine appears to be seamlessly merged with the concrete foundation. Water's slowly flowing backwards up a rusty spillway, into the reservoir.