Fog Horn

Amidst the salt-kissed winds,
Where the lighthouse stands sentinel,
Its solitary beam cutting through fog,
A primordial terror awakens.
Ancient tendrils, ebon and sinuous,
Slither from the depths of memory,
Their suction-cupped tips seeking purchase,
On the weathered stones of the forgotten beacon.
They coil around the tower,
Anchoring their malevolence,
As if reclaiming lost dominion,
From the sea’s relentless erosion.
The keeper, long vanished,
Left behind cryptic warnings,
In forgotten tongues,
Etched into the lighthouse walls.
The tendrils writhe, hungry,
Their suckers probing,
For the last remnants of light,
That flicker within the glass.
And when the storm descends,
The beacon’s glow dims,
As the ancient terror ascends,
Coiling its darkness around reality.
So heed the whispers of the waves,
For the lighthouse, once a guide,
Now harbors the eldritch,
Tendrils of the forgotten beacon.
Lovecraftian Dark Ambient music.
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Artwork by Clark & Company
Music by Hirotsugu Kaga

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Can you add the image of the planet Saturn? It's majestic and wonderful❤

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pretty cool picture and sounds

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Thanks!!

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Отлично , Кракен какой то