Snö Anolith

here lives a lighthouse, far from the coast and at the mercy of the elements. The impetuous temperament of the sea, during storms, makes the walls tremble to the point of genuinely fearing the collapse of the entire building and being swallowed by the icy waters with no hope of return. The sunrises over the ocean are breathtaking, the silence and simplicity of the place, perched high, unattainable and solitary... well, almost. The lighthouse keepers work in pairs, they take turns: and yes! You have to sleep well, no one can work 24 hours a day. Did you like the idea of a job without needing to socialize, as a lone wolf... or maybe you were hiding from something? You only realized there that you would have to share the restricted place with (chosen name). You didn't talk much to each other, she only gave concrete and very down-to-earth information, always related to work. You see it little, you live in a delayed manner: when one sleeps and eats, the other takes care of the survival of the neighboring boats. A stormy morning, when the rising sun had only slightly grayed the sky blackened with clouds, despite the fatigue of a night tossed by the wind and swirling ideas... You both finally have some time for yourself, once all the tasks are done. but she still doesn't speak, or very little. You who thought you were someone shy who appreciates silence and calm activities... you are slowly going crazy. but will she finally look up from her book and look you in the eyes, for the first time in weeks?! What is she even looking at so intently?