The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant, iridescent squid is coiled around the central column of a ruined, ancient lighthouse, its tentacles snaking through crumbling stonework as a flock of transparent, crystalline seagulls wheel and dive around it. The air's heavy with the scent of damp salt and... there's an electric charge building, making my skin prickle. Pale sunlight filters through the squid's translucent body, casting a shifting pattern of colors across the rubble-strewn floor, and a crescent moon is somehow embedded in the lighthouse's lantern room, pulsing with a gentle, blue-green light.