The lighthouse shines at the end of the sea, where dreams and reality intersect in the depths of the subconscious.
There are no colors distinguishable in the sky, everything is hazy gray, and the light from the lighthouse shows lines due to the Tyndall effect, piercing into the endless distance. On the edge of the sea, there is no beach, only barren exposed rocks without any sign of life. The waves hit the gray-black rocks and broke into pieces of spray. Mottled walls, faded red paint, and creaking wooden doors.
Entering the lighthouse, there is only a dim electric light inside, and the endless spiral staircase is covered with a thin layer of dust. There is only one rooftop above the lighthouse, and the telescope is useless. All that is visible to the naked eye is fog.
Under the lighthouse, there are endless steps that you can never finish.
Jumping from the patio, the scenery on the steps gradually blurred, and you landed on a mirror. When you looked up, you could only see a little starlight.
There is a figure in the mirror, doing the same actions as you and saying almost the same words as you.
But if you look carefully enough, you will find that this is not a mirror, but a piece of glass.
If you have enough courage to break it, you will find that you are on a pure black sea, with huge waves swallowing you up and pressing you against a rock.
After a hard climb up, you reach the lighthouse again.
The lighthouse shines at the end of the sea, where dreams and reality intersect in the depths of the subconscious.
Concept: An exploration of trying to construct the world