Gemotions

The old lighthouse loomed against the stormy sky, its beam slicing through the darkness. “We both saw it, Liam. The figure on the rocks.” The voice, his childhood friend, echoed over the crashing waves.

Liam gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles white. The wind whipped at his face, stinging his eyes. He didn’t dare look out to the water. The memory of their shared childhood adventure, the supposed sighting, now felt like a nightmare he couldn't wake from. The ground beneath his feet shifted, he felt unsteady, adrift. The spray from the ocean, cold and brutal, chilled him to the core.