The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, ancient lighthouse is sitting at the edge of a vast, icy tundra. The air's pretty crisp and it smells like frozen saltwater, and it's probably early morning judging from the low sun in the sky. Like, a bunch of arctic foxes are busy rewinding a giant ball of twine that's somehow wrapped around the entire lighthouse, and the sound of the twine creaking and the foxes' quiet yips are the only noises breaking the stillness. The twine's so long it stretches out across the tundra, disappearing into the foggy distance.