The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive stone lighthouse tower sits at the edge of a worn, rocky cliffside, the lantern room's glass shattered and broken, yet still somehow focusing a beam of light onto the churning, gray ocean waves below. Like, seagulls circle around, making a bunch of noise as they avoid the beam, and the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and seaweed. Uh, a massive squid is... somehow merged with the lighthouse's Fresnel lens, its tentacles wrapped around the metal framework as if it's been there forever. The sun's setting in the distance, casting a reddish glow over everything.