Crystal Lighthouse

In the interstice of the morning fog, ethereal beams fracture through the unyielding mist.

Cascading reflections, like molten silver, weave through the labyrinth of time and solitude.

The horizon holds its breath, suspended between whispers of the sea's forgotten lullabies.

A flicker of shadow surrounds the crystalline spire, where dreams dissolve in salty air.

Find solace in the echoes:

Fathomless Gaze | Twilight Echoes

Who can summon the light from the depths of uncertainty? Refract, reflect, repeat.