Across the surface of the infinite black ocean, a beacon turns, its luminous eye probing the horizon's depths. It whispers ancient prose to the waves that return, softly echoing the melancholy of distant shores.
The mist coils around the lighthouse, enfolding it in a veil of silence. Each pulse of the light is a heartbeat, a promise to unseen travelers navigating in the dark. Below, the waves murmur secrets held for centuries, languishing in the light's embrace.
Links to the outer world twist like ivy on crumbling stones:
Cliffside WhispersYour journey may find you here, amidst the signals—the resonances of another's voyage as they too walked the strangling vines of time.