The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, grey fog swirls around the imposing structure of an abandoned lighthouse, its stone façade weathered to a moss-covered ruin, the lantern room blown out, a gaping void in the fog. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp salt and the cries of distant seagulls, while a low hum of... something vibrates the air, the exact source impossible to pinpoint. Frost-etched tendrils of stone creep out of the lighthouse foundation, merging organically with the surrounding rocky outcropping. Water drips somewhere inside, echoing out into the still, heavy air like a steady heartbeat.