“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 cast my shadow against the fog over and over. Each time, the fog seemed to give way a bit more each time… until, at a certain point, a doorway the shape of my silhouette became clear. I felt dread at first, yet more so I felt a yearning curiosity.

I’d come this far. It was only a vision, after all.”