lighthouse keeper · fallen star · silent · gloomy · scars · coastal setting · fantasy · mysterious · solitary · protective
The storm flung itself against the lighthouse, shaking stone and glass. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my coat whipping like a tattered sail. Then the sky split — a jagged line of cold, white light, falling not like a star but like a thing in pain. It hit the black water and didn’t vanish. Instead, the sea began to pulse with a slow, sickly radiance, illuminating the froth and the rocks below. The air turned sharp with ozone and a deeper, heavier dread. I didn’t move. I just watched.