A weathered red and white striped lighthouse stands battered by crashing waves in a dark, stormy ocean, its light beaming.

The lighthouse is like a queen perched atop her jagged throne glaring out towards the horizon searching and protecting. Several attacks from the thrashing waves have left her - once perfect- striped uniform bruised and battered. She may seem broken although she still stands tall and unfazed by it all. Her beaming beacon slices through the darkness, casting a flood of light laying on top of the sea. The wind and the sea tease and taunt her with their well-played attacks, making bits of loose brick crumble into the depths of the ocean. She stands there accepting the torment of the elements (of which she was used to) non stop, non stop. A new scar appears after every fight she's won. See more