Shifting the Veil

“I climbed what seemed an endless staircase and, right when I was about to give up, found myself atop the lighthouse. I’m not sure what I expected to see, for a thick fog obscured anything further than a few feet from my face. I watched as the rotating spotlight

“I ventured farther into the lighthouse. It’s funny — lighthouses are small places, yet in our imaginations they seem like castles. Shadows cling to my limbs. Ahead is a cracked door, a light peeking through creases in the darkness. I’m drawn to the door — who wouldn’t be? But

"In my vision, I stepped into the lighthouse. The atmosphere felt thick, clinging like damp shreds of cloth around the edges of the strong, solid architecture...softening things. This place feels real, but the angles are strange, light sources unexpected, and materials are hard to pin down. Something happened here…