The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone escalator's ascending through the middle of a frozen, abandoned tennis court, uh, like its steps are etching a pattern of Dogecoin logos into the ice as it moves. Air's super crisp, no wind, and it's pretty bright despite the sky being this deep, foreboding grey. The smell of freshly opened tennis balls is filling the court, and a Discord server's voice chat is echoing off the frozen net, syncing the escalator's movements with its conversation about cryptocurrency price fluctuations. Water's pooling at the court's edge, but it's not freezing.