Darkness, all around, yourself and the blackened sea.
A brightness rotates and puts out a transient blast of sight;
the light upon the lighthouse spins a crystal web on the gray and desolate
branches of trees surrounding the tall tower. the slow murmur of water below you.
your mission is pursuit of some evil character. he is lurking about in the shadows
of the trees and lighthouse.
your boat edges closer to the coast, adjacent to the cyclops of light, you hear rustling
and something scurries from the bushes. you fumble your spotlight on and catch a figure,
the figure stops, turns and looks you straight in the eye, you jump from the boat and sprint into the darkness.
your heart beats (thump, thump, thump..) and you look about frantically, the only light is
the occasional passing by of the tower, lighting up for just a fraction of a second, the entire
maze of vines, bushes, branches, leaves, twigs, weeds, rodents, spiders, flies, and other creatures
of the night before you.
you reach the eye of the storm, and you are alone. suddenly there is no movement and even the light
you felt above you earlier is hard to see. you stand before a tree, you wait, and for an instant, you see
him staring at you from a short distance, smiling sinister, like a toying rapist. you thunder forward into the brush.
the brush is endless, you see visions of yourself, of him, of unthinkable atrocities. you let it go. you follow
your personal cyclops of light back to the water.
but the boat?
the boat?
the boat is gone..
Take a seat, it might be a while.
The above text is meant to illustrate the below download.
The Lighthouse - Yarbles
