The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive waves are crashing against the side of an old, rundown lighthouse that's somehow sitting in the middle of a dense jungle, vines crawling up its crumbling walls. The air's thick with humidity and the smell of wet earth and decaying plant life. Umm, a large, functional satellite dish is somehow embedded in the jungle floor, slowly rotating like it's tracking a signal, despite being covered in mud and moss. The sounds of the jungle are pretty deafening, with birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.