'If lighthouses could talk, this one would probably brag about its view.'

The lighthouse rose above the dense greenery like a solitary sentinel, its red dome catching the sunlight as if it were wearing a crown. From where I stood, it seemed oddly human—stoic and unwavering against the vastness of the sky. The surrounding bushes swayed gently in the breeze, their movement almost imperceptible unless you truly stopped to notice. It wasn’t just a building; it was a story of endurance etched into stone and steel. The air smelled faintly of salt carried by the wind from some unseen shore. As I walked closer, I could hear the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional bird call—sounds that felt like whispers in a place where silence reigned supreme.