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A lighthouse stands on a jagged cliff, its beam of light flickering like a dying flame. The light isn’t natural—it comes from the hollowed chest of a massive corpse impaled on the spire, its ribs glowing faintly as dark energy seeps into the air. Beneath the lighthouse, the ocean churns with eldritch forms, their eyes reflecting the pale glow. A lone figure climbs the spiral staircase inside, their footsteps echoing as whispers grow louder with each step. At the top, the corpse’s head turns slowly toward them, its mouth forming a grotesque smile as the light flickers brighter.