“The Lighthouse Between Worlds”

A lone lighthouse perched on the edge of a jagged cliff glows with an eerie, magical light — not white, but soft teal, like moonlit mist. It stands at twilight, just as day and night touch. Around it, the sky flickers with aurora ribbons, and instead of waves, the sea is a glassy void reflecting galaxies. A cloaked figure climbs the stone steps toward the light, clutching a glowing compass. Thick mist curls along the rocks, but the light pierces it like a beam of hope across time.