The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an old... lighthouse interior... The air's really thick in here, kinda musty and stale, like it's been closed up for years... Umm, sunlight's streaming through a window above, casting a beam of light on this totally ordinary desk calendar, still flipped to January, but... somehow, the days are just scrolling by, like on a digital display or something, but it's just printed paper...