The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an old-fashioned lighthouse rises from the center of a perfectly circular lake, its lantern room still spinning a beam of light that cuts across the pale, overcast sky of late morning. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and the still water reflects the lighthouse's image perfectly, creating a weird mirror effect that's kinda disorienting. Water is somehow flowing upwards from the surface of the lake, creating these weird, little rivulets that seem to defy gravity. Like, the silence is almost palpable, broken only by the occasional creak of the lighthouse's rotating beam.