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It's your first, hundredth or thousandth night in a lighthouse far away from any human settlement; your sole companion is an old radio that sometimes, between intertwining its sound with the noise of sea waves crashing into the shore, picks up a faint fragment of a distant melody - the night is about to end, and the darkness which was periodically pierced by the lighthouse slowly begins to change into a grey, foggy mass by the first rays of sunlight.