The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, centuries-old lighthouse stands alone on a jagged rock outcropping in the middle of a vast, open ocean. Umm, seagulls are perched on the lantern room, and the air is thick with the smell of saltwater and diesel fuel, but somehow the light's still operating, cutting through the grey morning haze like a laser beam. Water's pouring upwards out of the rock, forming a fountain around the lighthouse's foundation, and... it's like, the water's somehow flowing uphill, back into the ocean, in defiance of gravity. The sun's still low in the sky, casting a golden glow across the waves.