First off, NEW ADDITION AT THE STEAD.
Yet another drop off, and I think I passed the car leaving that dropped him off. He still smells of someones clean laundry. I despise anyone that could do this sort of shit and act as if nothing were wrong with it,,,, And yes, Cosmos is his name. Only a few months old, testes haven’t dropped yet so he is just a wee babbie pupper,,, LIve moves fast
But on with the post,,,,
The Forgotten Lighthouse and Lady Starlight
Inspired by Diogenes Hill and Cosmos
Once, there was a lighthouse no one remembered.
He stood alone on a jagged cliff, surrounded by salt, and wind, and silence.
He had done his duty, year after year—
his light slicing through the darkest storms,
marking danger for those who dared come too close.
He warned of hidden shoals, jagged rocks,
and harbors both safe and treacherous.
He saved lives—though few ever knew.
He was battered and worn, forgotten and weathered.
Loneliness carved itself deep inside him—
a sadness locked away, unseen.
Still…
He stood.
He shone.
He endured.
Time passed.
Memories faded.
People came and went.
The stars still shined—but often hid behind storms and clouded skies.
He kept searching.
Until, finally, he resigned that hope to a memory—
tucked away and cherished like a secret.
Few understood what it meant
to stand through centuries of storms,
to light a path for others
while being left in shadow.
He never asked to be seen.
He only asked to shine.
And far from him—SHE lived.
She had once visited him for a brief, incandescent moment.
He gave her a name:
Lady Starlight.
Oh, how she shined.
She was bold.
Fierce.
Delicate—like a wildflower blooming in a war zone in winter.
Few truly saw her.
Fewer still understood.
But shine, she did.
She carried her own light—brilliant, defiant, and uncontainable.
But hers was not a steady beam.
She kept it locked inside,
a final act of both love and fury—
bright enough to ripple through time.
The world hadn’t seen her in decades.
But he had never stopped feeling her.
When she vanished,
the sky lost its compass.
The shoreline went quiet.
They never met again.
They missed each other—
crossing paths like waves in a storm.
Always close.
Never colliding.
But they knew.
And knowing was enough to never forget.
The lighthouse—built from stone and silence—
still felt the pull of her gravity.
Not because he could see her,
but because he remembered the way her light felt
when it brushed against him.
Because in a world that takes both for granted—
light recognizes light.
He was built to warn.
She was born to blaze.
He stayed rooted.
She went nova.
And then—one day—
she appeared again.
A ray of dawn on his shore.
A familiar warmth, long absent.
And something within him stirred anew.
Though both bore the scars of time,
they carried the same message, etched into every beam and flicker:
You are not alone in the dark.
He never asked to be a hero.
She never asked to be remembered.
But when her voice whispered across the vastness—
“You named me Lady Starlight”—
The lighthouse trembled.
Stood taller.
And somewhere behind his eyes,
the stars began to dance again.
And though no ship passed his shore that night—
if someone had looked closely…
they would’ve seen it.
A single flash of joy
slicing through the sky.
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