The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, stone lighthouse is sitting in the middle of a pretty dry and cracked desert lakebed, surrounded by a bunch of cacti. Like, the air's super dry and smells like sagebrush, and it's probably mid-morning judging from the sun's position in the sky. Uh, somehow the lighthouse's lamp is still lit, despite there being no apparent power source or water nearby, and a small school of minnows is swimming in a tiny circle around the base of the lighthouse, like they're trapped in some invisible fishbowl. The air's pretty still and hot.