The sun was setting over the small village of Eldenwood, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Young Lila watched from her favorite spot atop the hill, where she could see the whole town spread out below her like a patchwork quilt. Her eyes were fixed on the old lighthouse that stood at the edge of the sea, its light flickering like a lone star against the deepening dusk.Rumor had it that the lighthouse was haunted. The villagers whispered of a ghostly keeper who roamed its halls, searching for something—or someone—lost to the waves long ago. Lila, however, wasn't afraid. She had always been more curious than cautious.Determined to uncover the truth, she crept down the hill and made her way toward the lighthouse. The wind howled, and the waves crashed violently against the rocks, but Lila pressed on. As she reached the entrance, she felt a chill run down her spine. Inside, the air was cold and heavy, and the only sound was the distant echo of water dripping.She climbed the spiral staircase, her heart pounding in her chest. At the top, she found an old, dusty room with a large, brass lantern. Suddenly, she heard a soft voice—a whisper carried on the wind. Help me, it said.Lila turned, and there, in the dim light, she saw the faint outline of a man. His eyes were filled with sadness. Without a second thought, Lila stepped forward, ready to help him find peace.