The Forgotten Lighthouse
Chapter 1: Escape to Isolation
Leonard Davis was no stranger to isolation. A celebrated artist in his early forties, his work had graced gallery walls from New York to Berlin, but fame had come at a price. The galleries, the constant demand for new pieces, the endless interviews—it all had grown too loud, too chaotic for his fragile psyche. City life had become suffocating. He needed silence, he needed space, and most of all, he needed to reclaim his art for himself. That’s when he found the island.
It was a remote Bahamian islet, barely a speck on most maps, known only to a few locals and travelers with a penchant for adventure. But Leonard hadn’t come across it in a travel guide or by word of mouth. It appeared as if by fate, in an obscure online listing: "Lighthouse on secluded island for sale. Perfect for restoration." The ad seemed like a whisper from another world, beckoning him to leave everything behind. The idea of rebuilding a lighthouse had ignited something in him—a challenge, a project far removed from the art world he was eager to escape.
He purchased it within a week, leaving behind New York's relentless rhythm, and arrived on the island with nothing more than his tools, a few personal belongings, and a determination to disappear into his work.
The lighthouse stood as a ghostly silhouette against the turquoise waters, its weathered white stone walls cracked, roof battered by decades of neglect. It seemed to teeter on the edge of existence, as if at any moment, it might crumble into the sea. Leonard loved it instantly.
