The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the sky above is a deep, dusty pink, and it's pretty still, no wind to speak of... a massive, crystalline lighthouse somehow made of what looks like living bone rises up from the surface of a calm, black lake. Like, its facets are reflecting the colors of the sky above, and there's this weird, pulsing iridescence coming from inside. The air's thick with the smell of damp stone, and it's pretty heavy, feels like it's weighing me down. I'm... my vision's starting to blur again, these stabbing pains in my chest are getting worse...