The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ravens made of fiber-optic cables are perched on top of a bunch of decaying, retro-futuristic spacecraft, tangled with shattered Ethereum-branded solar panels. It's like... snowing a weird, metallic dust that's just settling on the rusty ships without melting. The air's got an intense, pungent smell of gasoline and burned wires, heavy with static electricity. The ships' cockpits seem to be displaying threads from /biz/ on a flickering loop, as if the spacecraft themselves are somehow browsing 4chan.