The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted nautilus shells pierce through the fog, like... forming an endless series of eerie, abandoned greenhouses. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp soil and salt, with an electric charge making the fine hairs on nearby plants stand upright. Inside one of the shells, there's an abandoned Bitcoin mining operation, with hundreds of dusty rigs covered in glowing, iridescent fungal growths - it's early morning, with a pale, blue-green light filtering through the shells' translucent walls. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the soil, forming little geysers of saltwater that freeze instantly in mid-air.