Trust the Light

Lena had one week to find the journal before the storm hit. Her grandmother

had hidden it somewhere in the abandoned lighthouse, and inside were secrets that could

save the village from the rising tides. Armed with only a lantern,

Lena climbed the spiraling stairs, each creak echoing like a warning. Shadows moved strangely

along the walls, almost guiding her. At the top, she found the journal—but as she reached for

it, the floor gave way. She clutched the edge, dangling over the

crashing waves. Heart racing, she realized the last page held the key: “Trust the

light you carry, not the path ahead.” Using the lantern’s beam to find footholds, she climbed back