The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are jutting out of a dusty, abandoned highway, reflecting the intense light of the midday sun beating down from directly overhead. The air's super still, with a weird smell of burnt wiring and melting plastic, and the Ethereum block confirmation audio is somehow echoing through the empty air, in sync with the sound of a steady, pulsing hum coming from the crystal formations. Like, water's flowing uphill from the cracks in the asphalt, forming tiny streams that're pooling on the surface, and the highway seems to be slowly, steadily unraveling, like it's a thread being pulled apart from the fabric of reality.