Windmere Island is a place that the world forgot—until the lighthouse, long decommissioned, inexplicably lights up once more. Locals begin to report sightings of deceased loved ones. Voices long silenced whisper in the fog. Doors long shut swing open. The dead seem to remember the living.

Elias Quinn, a skeptical journalist fleeing his own ghosts, arrives to investigate what he expects to be a case of shared hysteria. Instead, he finds himself unraveling a haunting pattern hidden beneath the island's sorrow-soaked soil—a pattern too consistent to dismiss and too personal to ignore.

Mara Lane, a grieving widow who has quietly lived in the lighthouse's shadow for years, recognizes something deeper stirring. The light doesn't just return—it reflects. As visions intensify, she and Elias uncover a secret buried beneath the lighthouse—one that doesn't demand belief, only grief.

The lighthouse doesn't guide ships anymore.

It guides the broken.

In a place where memories take shape and mourning becomes ritual, Elias and Mara must confront what they've refused to let go. But how do you stop something that only exists because of you?

When your pain is the power source, turning off the light may mean losing everything.

But what if the light never needed electricity to begin with?