Over the vast expanse of the ocean, a lighthouse stands tall and unwavering. Its light cuts through the darkness, guiding lost ships back to shore. Built by generations of devoted keepers, their love for the sea etched into every brick. They stand there proudly, gazing at their beacon, with weathered marks covering the structure. Marks from stormy nights when they fought against the crashing waves, and marks from peaceful days when the sun kissed the horizon, now just fading memories in the...