(Repost) Eighteenth Minor Spirit of October: The Night Song

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Eighteenth Minor Spirit of October
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Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.

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That flash you see out of the corner of your eyes? Briefly lighting up the hillside? Wait for it...

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That one. It isn't a broken transformer. It isn't the lights of a distract car, reflecting off the clouds.

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Of course it's a lighthouse. Even if you didn't see it during the day. Or rather, it's the ghost of a lighthouse.

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Is it so surprising? Something with so much importance and emotion and symbolism attached to it? Of course something would survive, even after the sea lanes changed, even after it was torn down.

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All that's left is intent and the mission: to warn. To signal of land. On moonless, overcast nights it shines on empty sea and crowded land.

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But it's the perverse nature of the spirit world that what it was in life, is reversed in death. Instead of warning away, it summons.

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If you follow that flash of light, take the old trail down to the point, just above the reef, you may see the ship that signal is bringing in.

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Perhaps they will invite you aboard. Though if you accept, you will never return to this life.

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I'm sorry. It's the only escape I can offer.

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