The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense swarm of iridescent dragonflies is hovering above a gleaming, chrome-plated lighthouse standing on a small, rocky island in the middle of a vast, crystalline lake. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of saltwater and the sun's high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything, but somehow there's this patch of night sky right above the lighthouse, filled with stars and a crescent moon. The sound of gentle lapping of the water against the island's shore and the distant hum of the dragonflies is the only noise breaking the stillness. Uh, a thin beam of emerald-green light is emanating from the lighthouse's peak, illuminating the water beneath.