Through The Mist

No one had been to this sacred place in years. She shouldn’t have gone to the old lighthouse, not alone, on a night where danger lurked around shadowed corners and ominous whispers permeated the very essence of the air. One could never know what happened under the stifling blanket of darkness.

Yet, the fog pulled her forward, thick, whispering, wrapping her in its warm embrace.

Inside, the walls were filled with memories she couldn’t grasp, echoing with the sound of thunderous silence. The lantern room glimmered faintly, even though the power had died years ago.

A single beam swept across the twilight, focussing on a fragile, persistent warmth, calling her by name.

The world outside ceased to exist- the girl, the fog, and that impossible glow.

She reached out.

The light did not retreat.

She understood now, she thought.

And finally, she believed she could find her way home.

Signing off…

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