The lighthouse seems to be saying, 'I’ll guide you... if you can find me through all this sand.'

The sand stretched endlessly before me, its surface etched with countless tiny ridges left by the passing wind. Each step felt like walking on an ancient canvas painted by nature's hand. The lighthouse stood in the distance like a solitary witness to centuries of tides and storms. Its silhouette was sharp against the fading sunlight that spilled through the clouds in streaks of gold and amber. The air carried a faint tang of salt and seaweed, grounding me in this moment of transient beauty. I paused to watch the waves lap gently at the shore, their rhythm as steady as a heartbeat. A few scattered footprints trailed off into the distance—remnants of lives briefly intersecting with this timeless place. The sky above shifted hues as though reluctant to let go of the day entirely. Somewhere beyond the dunes, I could hear faint laughter carried by the breeze; it felt distant yet familiar.