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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rust-covered satellite dishes and twisted, metal wreckage litter a desolate, rocky beach, while umm, waves of sickly green, bioluminescent algae roll in, eerily synchronizing their pulses with an unseen force. A gutted, abandoned, 19th-century lighthouse stands at the shoreline, but like, its lantern room's replaced by a perfectly intact, crystalline dodecahedron - the crystal facets reflecting distorted images of a cyclopean cityscape. The air smells of salt and burning metal, with this thick, heavy stillness hanging over everything. Shattered fragments of what looks like a sigil-inscribed astrolabe are scattered across the rocky shoreline.