The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines and moss cover a massive, half-buried supercomputer complex in the middle of a scorching hot desert. Like, the air is super dry, with an electric charge that makes my skin prickle, and it smells like burned wiring and sand. The mid-day sun beats down directly overhead, and weird, pulsing hums echo through the air as Ethereum block confirmations display on cracked screens, somehow powering the growth of a lush patch of rare, iridescent "Moonflower" crypto moss around the complex. Water's somehow seeping from the screens, forming tiny, shimmering pools in mid-air around the computer's rusted hulk.