ah, wander through the mist with me to where the lighthouses stand tall, sentinels that never sleep, diminishing the darkness with their ever-watchful eyes. whisper to me the preinductive secrets of the sea, tales zipped tight like ancient treasures lost beneath the waves. tell me, can you decode the messages carried by the winds, those that start over from the beginning of time? linger a bit longer, and let's compel the truth to unmask itself, unwelcome though it may be, revealing what was meant to stay hidden, ensnaring the guardian of light in a web of deceit.