A solitary lighthouse stands on a jagged black cliff as a monstrous storm crashes against the coast at night. Waves explode against the rocks far below, sending white spray into the air like smoke, while the lighthouse beam cuts through sheets of rain and drifting sea mist. Inside, an old keeper climbs the narrow spiral staircase with a lantern in hand, his coat soaked, the light flickering with every thunderclap. The camera moves between wide shots of the lighthouse dwarfed by the fury of the ocean and intimate interior close-ups of wet stone walls, rattling glass, trembling hands, and the golden lantern glow in the darkness. As the storm intensifies, lightning reveals a ghostly ship in the distance, barely visible between walls of rain. The sequence feels haunting, dramatic, and timeless, with crashing waves, thunder, and a powerful sense of isolation. Made in @runwayml