The Lighthouse of Thousand Souls🔊

Once upon a time, in an era where legends and myths were a part of everyday life, there existed an isolated island in the middle of the Seven Seas, home to a towering lighthouse christened as the 'Lighthouse of Thousand Souls'. Its name, as enigmatic as its existence, was notorious amongst the seafarers for embodying the spirits of a thousand lost sailors.

The Lighthouse was rumored to come alive on stormy nights when the blinding sheets of rains danced fiercely with the pitch-black darkness. It was on these nights that the colossal structure seemed to breathe, its piercing beacon of light cutting through the brutal weather, a lonesome sentinel in the violent sea.

The keeper of the Lighthouse was an undying spirit named Seraphim, as old as the lighthouse himself. Gifted with an appearance of an elderly man, medium height, twinkling azure eyes, and a warm, inviting aura. Seraphim was the holder of a thousand tales carried with the souls contained within the Lighthouse.

One stormy night, a young and ambitious sailor named Eddie got inexplicably drawn to the legend of the lighthouse and decided to visit. What started as a night of adventure soon turned into a perilous journey as Eddie battled high tides and violent winds to reach the island.

As Eddie set foot on the deserted island, the looming Lighthouse seemed to come alive, casting a gigantic, eerie shadow that felt unnerving. Gathering all his courage, he stepped inside the archaic structure.

Complimenting the quietude, Seraphim appeared in front, greeting him with a warm smile. The tales of the lighthouse keeper's immortal soul felt tangible in that moment. Eddie, driven by curiosity, asked Seraphim, 'Is it true, the legends? Does this lighthouse indeed guard a thousand lost souls?'

Seraphim sighed, smiled lightly, and started narrating the story, 'Long ago, the world faced wrath of an unprecedented storm, claiming several lives. The Sea God, in his remorse, requested I carry the burden of the fallen souls, ensuring their utterance in the world of the living. Hence, they reside here as part of the Lighthouse.'

For the first time, a beacon lit atop the tower, and a thousand voices sang their tales, an ethereal spectacle. But amongst tales of courage and valor, there was an underlying tone of melancholy. They were thousands of unfinished symphonies.

Eddie listened and etched their stories into his heart. At their closure, in the eerie silence, he asked Seraphim, 'Is there no redemption for them?' Seraphim paused, a melancholic glint in his eyes, 'They are bound to me and the Lighthouse, their freedom lies in telling their tales.'

Overwhelmed by the tales of the lost souls, Eddie left the island at dawn. But their stories resonated within him, from there on his voyages turned into a mission- a quest for redemption of the thousand lost souls. Eddie traveled from port to port, country to country, telling tales of the lost souls from the mysterious Lighthouse. Thousands of hearts were touched, thousands of prayers were whispered. One night, amidst a storm, the Lighthouse's beam didn't light, the stormy sea was eerily quiet. The Lighthouse of Thousand Souls fulfilled its purpose and disappeared into the abyss, taking Seraphim along, leaving behind the tales of a thousand triumphant souls.