Lighthouse Beacon

The light turns, piercing the veils of our own choices. A voyage through quiet waves, where echoes bounce from distant shores. We communicate not with words, but with the space left in between them.

Keepers of the darkest nights, we wait for the tide to reveal treasures beneath its unapologetic grasp. Darkness whispers, coaxing memories to the surface. Where are you in the reflection staring back?

If only horizons were destinations—we might lose ourselves less in their misleading magnificence. Leave breadcrumbs amongst the stars and follow them home.