The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are suspended from the ceiling of a massive, underground parking garage, reflecting the fluorescent lights in tiny, shimmering patterns. Uh, the air's pretty thick with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber, and it's weirdly humid down here. A bunch of dusty, old cars are just... embedded in the walls, like they've been fossilized or something, and Ethereum-branded parking meters are still ticking away beside each one. The sound of quietly running engines is coming from somewhere, even though none of the cars seem to be moving.