by the flickering candlelight, let us weave a tale of lighthouses, those sentinels of the sea, standing tall and steadfast. in the context of our journey, let it be known that to fully grasp their silent majesty, one must close ears to the clamor of the world and listen to the unuttered stories whispered by the wind. our narrative shall commence from the origin, where the first stone was laid, a preliminary step toward guiding mariners through the ink-dark nights. these towers, though mute, speak volumes to those who seek their wisdom in the hushed tones of twilight.