Lost Limelighthouse

There I was, isolated and alone on a spit of land that protruded far into the sea. Uncertain about where I was, I was equally uncertain about my environment. There was high winds, and the sky was chaotic with ominous dark storm clouds. 

For an unknown amount of time, I wandered along the spit in one direction. When I found nothing, I doubled back and continued further out into the sea along the sandy spit. 

Time was flying by, and I knew that I had been banned and ostracized to this place. There wasn't a single damn soul to check in on me. No, not one. No one knew if I had disappeared, let alone if I had existed at all. 

The longer I wandered along the spit, the more I grew weary from lack of food. It had been literal years since I had been in any sort of connection, one that provided the nourishment I needed. 

At last, I falsely believed I had reached the end of the spit. Instead, the spit ended at the beginning of a strange and winding pathway that was checkered in black and white. It wasn't clear how far the pathway went, but I set off into the distance. 

The pathway was barely a foot or so above the surface. The wind of the ominous looming stormclouds blew some of the waves, washing out parts of the pathway. My feet got wet as I went along, uncertain of where or when the path would ever end, bringing me to any sort of destination. 

For miles the path went on, winding and shifting directions. The further out into the sea I went, the more looming storm seemed to intensify. I quickened my pace, as a growing sense of dread came over me. 

Finally, I saw a faint lime green light on the horizon. As I grew closer, I could make out the shape of a tower with a brilliant lime green light emanating from atop it. The structure appeared to be a lighthouse, but it was still too far off to tell for sure. 

Suddenly, the checkered pathway ended abruptly. Not knowing what else to do, I dove into the sea and began swimming toward the lime light. The water was cold and choppy, chaotic with the depths of the unknown beneath me. 

The tower seemed to be a couple miles away, and I grew anxious that I would drown before I could reach the destination. I dog paddled, did the side-stroke, breast-stroke, and other strokes, until at last I came close enough to get a clear picture of the structure. 

Sitting atop a tiny rocky island, was a massive square-shaped lighthouse. The tower was made of white marble, and there was stairs that led into a doorless gateway at the tower's base. From the top of the tower shone an unwavering lime green light that radiated in all directions. 

Behind the tower, I could see a tsunami headed toward the tower. Not wanting to be washed away, I swam as fast as I could toward the tower. As the massive wave approached, I scrambled to get out of the water, climbed the steps and entered the gateway as I could hear the crashing of the giant wave wash over the island. 

The wave began to flood the interior of the tower, so I climbed up the square-shaped spiral stairs. Narrowly escaping the chaotic tsunami, I huffed and puffed, exhausted. As I caught my breath, the waters receded back down the tower, and calmness returned. 

Curious, I made my way to the top of the tower, and found myself in the lime light room. It was far too bright within the circular space, and I disliked being emersed in the lime light. As much as I disliked the limelight, I looked from the balcony surrounding the tower's summit, seeing if I could spot a ship or some other vessel to carry me away. I waited, and waited, and waited some more, but there were no signs of hope.

I finally decided to descend back down the tower to the base level, where I found that there was a marble tubular waterslide that went downward. Above the slide entrance was a lime green "EXIT" sign, and there was a faint lime green light coming from inside the slide, so I decided to go down the slide, diving in head first. 

The slide went in a downward spiral, then it began to go in random directions, twisting and turning unexpectedly. It felt like I was now going through a lime green wormhole. I slid, and I slid, and I slid some more, anticipating the end of the slide at any moment. 

Suddenly... I splashed down into the sea. I had somehow ended up in the sea at the rocky shore at the base of the limelighthouse. 

When I climbed out of the water, there were now three other entrances to the base of the tower, one on each side. I entered the tower through one of the other entrances, and found that the slide was inside. I tried going down it again, but the same thing happened, over and over again. I kept doing the same thing, over and over again, expecting different results. 

Was I now trapped here, in this limelight purgatory, with only the deep, stormy sea surrounding me? Was my fate to drown and die here? 

As I sat at the base of the tower, the storm brought another wave of chaos, and I allowed myself to be washed out to sea, where all I could see was the fading limelight on the horizon, disappearing into the distance. 

THE END.