The wave wrenches back and strikes out at the innocent erect tower. It is a beast enveloping the lighthouse in it's massive mouth before cowering back into it's home regaining strength to attack again. The dark clouds roll over the shaken landscape of which the lighthouse stands on, as if it were a warning for the weather to come. The lighthouse is a castle standing strong against the everlasting siege. It is alone in the violent desert of blue. A lone tower. A lone wolf. A lone warrior.
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