The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly icicles are jutting out from the edge of a massive, transparent ice shelf that stretches over a seemingly bottomless pit. The air's super still and smells like seaweed, and a weird electric charge is making my skin prickle, as a chill mist drifts upwards from the void below. Water's just... flowing upwards from the pit, pooling on the surface of the ice shelf as the soft morning sun beats down from directly overhead, casting no shadows on the eerie, blue-green expanse. Umm, the ice seems to be... mining Ethereum, judging by the steady stream of block confirmations echoing through the air.