Perched on the edge of a jagged cliff, the lighthouse stands alone, its weathered stone battered by wind and time. The waves below crash against the rocks, a relentless, roaring symphony that never ends. The light at the top no longer shines, its glass is cracked, its gears rusted into stillness. Once, it guided lost ships home. Now, it is nothing but a shadow against the endless sky.
Inside, dust coats the spiral staircase, each step a forgotten memory of the keeper who once walked them. The air is thick with salt and silence, the kind that settles deep, pressing into the walls, into the wood, into the very bones of the structure. A single chair remains in the lantern room, facing the sea, waiting for someone who will never return.
The storm rolls in, dark clouds swallowing the horizon. The wind howls through the broken windows, rattling the empty halls, whispering through the cracks in the stone. The lighthouse does not answer. It only stands, unyielding, watching over a sea that no longer looks back.
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