The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, curved maglev rail stretches across the landscape, somehow looping through a hole in the horizon, and trains are zipping by in opposite directions at wild speeds, carrying crates of cryptocurrency mining equipment and levitating sculptures that leave trails of sparkling dust. The air's got this crisp, high-altitude feel, and it's dead silent except for a gentle, pulsing hum coming from the trains' propulsion systems. Umm, pale morning sunlight is casting long shadows behind the rail supports, which seem to be somehow sipping on a nearby stream, drinking the flow without disturbing the surface.