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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tumbleweeds are scattered around the base of a small, worn-down adobe lighthouse, standing alone on a dry, cracked earth plain, its sun-bleached tower reaching towards a clear blue sky, probably late afternoon. A team of trained jackrabbits are somehow methodically cleaning and maintaining the optics of the antique lantern, while a lone vulture silently perches on the lantern room's windowsill. The air is still, smelling of hot dust, as a ship's wheel somehow slowly rotates back and forth with a creaky screech, despite not being attached to any ship or mechanism, just sitting on the dry earth next to the lighthouse.