The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a ravaged, cyclopean lighthouse pierces the dark sky, its shattered Fresnel lens spilling shards of colored glass across the wet, black stone beneath. The air reeks of saltwater, seaweed, and something...else – a heavy, almost-but-not-quite-ozone tang that's making my skin itch – while a thin layer of oil slicks the water's surface around the massive, twisted bones of what looks like a Leviathan. The stormy weather above is coalescing into perfect, tiny orbs of water that hang suspended in mid-air, and the pale sunlight filtering through them casts an eerie, pulsating glow across the gruesome scene.