In a world succumbing to an endless fog, an old man maintains the last functioning lighthouse, guarding a secret that could either save humanity or extinguish its final light.
The fog came without warning. It wasn't a weather pattern; it was a presence. It swallowed coastlines, cities, and memories, leaving behind a world of gray silence. For thirty years, Silas has tended the Beacon of Hope, its beam the only star in a starless world. But the generator is failing, and the whispers from the fog are growing louder, promising a peace he has long forgotten.
Each night, he climbs the winding stairs, the cold iron a familiar friend under his worn hands. He polishes the great lens, a ritual passed down through generations. He is not just a keeper of light, but a keeper of stories, the last bastion against the encroaching oblivion. A young woman washes ashore one day, with no memory of who she is, but she carries a strange, glowing artifact that reacts to the lighthouse's beam. She may be the key to everything, or the final, devastating blow.