The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a decrepit, ancient lighthouse stands alone in the middle of a stormy, turbulent sea, with what appears to be an endless vortex of swirling, iridescent water spiraling downward into the depths below. The air reeks of salt and rotting fish, the sound of shattering ice echoing through the howling wind as a massive, crystalline shard somehow remains intact at the lighthouse's apex, pulsing with a malevolent energy that seems to be warping the surrounding air. It's like... midday, but the sun's completely obscured by the churning storm clouds, casting an eerie, greenish light over everything.