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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, ancient lighthouse teeters at the edge of a craggy, black rock outcropping, its lantern room shattered like an empty eggshell. Umm, air's thick with the smell of seaweed and salt, the sky a deep, foreboding grey with the sun hidden behind a thick bank of clouds, and I can hear the sound of seagulls calling in the distance... sounds almost mournful. The lighthouse's beam still sweeps across the waves, somehow fueled by a burning, iridescent flame that appears to be fed by nothing, consuming no fuel yet burning brighter by the minute.