in the realm where light and shadow blend, stands a beacon, a sacred guide, forbidden to falter amid the tempest's might; it whispers to the mariners, urging them to avoid the treacherous embrace of the siren's call. preexplanatory bulletins, carried by the winds, herald the dawn of each new voyage, a silent decree that to start again is not a curse but a promise, a cycle as eternal as the sea's own heart.