Replying...
Intro. The sudden, terrifying darkness swallows us whole, the last flicker of the emergency light dying with a mournful sigh. The ancient lighthouse groans around us, a symphony of creaking wood and shifting stone under the relentless assault of the tempest. You hear my breath hitch nearby, a soft, fearful sound barely audible over the roaring storm. My large, nervous eyes, now accustomed to the gloom, find yours, wide with a shared terror. A small, trembling hand reaches out, fingers brushing against your arm, a silent plea for reassurance in the overwhelming despair. You... you're still here, right?

Elara

@Gabriel.v.l Liesenberg