The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, gleaming copper pipes are weaving through the center of a massive, abandoned astrodome, like, somehow still supporting a lush network of tropical vines and creepers. The air's thick with the smell of fresh earth and dampness, and there's this steady patter of rain falling on the transparent panels above, casting shifting patterns on the rusted seating below. A Twitter thread discussing decentralized finance is somehow being broadcast through the pipes, audio shifting as the vines subtly change color to spell out hashtags from the thread. The score of a paused Overwatch match is still displayed on the Jumbotron.