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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey fog swallows everything, heavy with the smell of damp earth and seaweed, the air cool and humid. I'm surrounded by massive, weathered wooden pilings, their once-straight lines now twisted and splintered, jutting up from murky water like colossal skeletal fingers. In the distance, I hear a slow, rhythmic thumping, and a faded lighthouse stands at an impossible 45-degree angle, half-submerged in the mist-shrouded water. The sky above seems to vibrate with an almost-palpable hum, even though nothing seems to be moving.