The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of busted-up shipping containers are scattered all over a massive, snow-covered mountain slope. Like, it's dead silent except for the steady, pulsing hum in sync with the Ethereum block confirmations echoing off the mountain, and the air's thick with the smell of diesel fuel and saltwater. Seawater's somehow flowing uphill from the base of the slope, pooling in a giant ice-encrusted lake near the summit as snowflakes keep falling upwards from the surface of the lake into the sky. The late morning sun's hovering just above the peak, casting an intense light on the whole scene.