The Lighthouse

The mist was thick, bringing with it a definite chill to the air. It made the night quieter and darker. It was as if man had fallen away and the only sound that was heard was the roar of the waves. It stood tall as the night mist moved through the air like a ghost, engulfing all in its way. The building stood fast and refused to be taken in by the mist, it had purpose and with that purpose illuminated confidence.

There were small pin-pricks of light scattered on the horizon, barely penetrating the ominous mist. It swallowed their senses, leaving them lost. The unknown was all that remained out at sea, causing anxiety and caution among the ships.

The lighthouse knew its purpose and delighted in illuminating a path for the weary travellers. It stood proud as it radiated its intense light and almost out of excitement, it let out a loud, deep boom. The lighthouse was the sentinel of this stretch of coast. Its light pierced the mist illuminating the dark unknown, offering a direction to those who had become immobilized with caution. The great lighthouse stood tall and proud as the Shepard of the sea.

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