As autumn cloaks Beacon's Edge in hues of amber and gold, Elena finds herself more entwined with the lighthouse and Thomas than she ever imagined. The town, with its quaint charm and the lighthouse's steadfast glow, has become more than just a refuge; it's now a home that whispers secrets of the past and promises of the future.
One chilly afternoon, while Thomas tends to the lighthouse, Elena peruses the keeper's quarters, a space filled with nautical charts, aged photographs, and the musky scent of sea salt intertwined with time. Her gaze falls upon the diary once again, its leather cover cracked and worn, a silent testament to its age and the hands that have cherished it.
Compelled by an invisible thread, Elena begins to read, her heart pacing with each word. The diary, penned by Thoma
