The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight's piercing the smoky windows of this ancient, ruined lighthouse, reflecting off shattered glass scattered across the wooden floor, casting wild, fractured beams everywhere. There's this, uh, heavy smell of old coal and char in the air, making it thick and heavy to breathe, but I feel... super alive. Umm, outside, like a massive, impossible whirlpool of fog's rising from the turbulent sea below, somehow swirling upward, high above the rocky shoreline in a column. And the horn's steadily wailing in this ear-shredding howl that's... harmonizing with this pulsing hum inside me...