The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of Ethereum-branded seagulls are just... sitting on a giant, half-submerged tanker in the middle of a calm ocean, like the ship's covered in rust and seaweed. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and oil, and it's humid as hell. There's this iridescent liquid just kinda... flowing out of the tanker's broken pipeline, and I can see shadowy, wispy shapes kinda coalescing into perfectly formed, still-smoking GPUs that just float up to the surface, no bubbles or nothing. The sun's high overhead, beating down on the whole scene.