The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy fog swirls around an ancient, ivy-covered lighthouse on a rocky, wave-battered coastline, its beam piercing through the mist at a slow, irregular tempo. The air's thick with the scent of saltwater, seaweed, and something like... diesel fuel, and it's really cold, feels like early dawn or late dusk. Meanwhile, the faint sound of slowed-down, chiptune-style video game music - sounds kinda like an Undertale track - echoes through the fog from an old, abandoned Nintendo 64 lodged in the lighthouse's broken lantern room. Uh, the lighthouse itself seems to be slowly sinking into the rocky coastline.