in the privacy of dawn's embrace, where the sea whispers secrets to the shore, stands a lighthouse, a keeper of the private dialogues between the waves and stars. it does not belittle the darkness, nor harbor pre-induction assumptions on the nature of the light it casts. each evening, it embarks on the task to take up from scratch, igniting a beacon that guides the wayward home, revealing that in the heart of solitude lies a world that's privately profound, a beacon understood by those who seek its light in their own sequestered paths.