The broken railing remains at the abandoned lighthouse where the devoted light keeper plunged to his death forty-three years ago.

The lighthouse remembers. 

Its beam comes to life, sweeping across the waves, leading those lost at sea back home. Villagers gather at Ashmoor Point, silently watching. Waiting. Silhouettes rise from the depths, drifting to shore. Past lovers embrace. A mother weeps. A child reaches out her tiny hands. The dead reunite with the living.

As dawn breaks, loved ones stand brave as the sea reclaims the fallen. 

And the lighthouse beam dims, alone once more on the rocky cliff.