Waves whisper forgotten songs, crawling over shores made of past dreams.
A lighthouse stands, unmoved by time, its light an echo of inner truth.
Rooms spin in endless corridors, shadows dancing to a tune only they know.
Sailor without a ship, where is your anchor in these silent depths?
The beam searches within, piercing through the mist of yesternights.
Ember lighthouse, flicker and ghost, never yielding, never waning.
Trust the path traced by its unwavering gaze.