Thunder rolled, the lead-gray sky dark and obscure, sharp flashes of lightning sliced through the long-accumulated thick clouds, and torrential rain poured down.
The pitch-black sea surface roiled, with a lighthouse standing tall on the rugged cape of rocks. Left unmanaged for years, its tower was dilapidated, crisscrossed with moss of a deep green, as if forgotten on this isolated island.
The guiding light illuminated a corner of the rain curtain, where the story would reach its finale.
The courtyard was already rundown, and the white paint outside the fence had peeled off, exposing the wooden structure underneath, while the unoccupied swing creaked, with childish laughter echoing for a long time. They gently pushed open the door in front, the sound of rotten wood and rusty iron made one's teeth ache, and dust fluttered down. A musty smell mixed with moisture hit the nose. Rain pounded heavily on the skylight on the roof, and the sound was heavy.
