A woman stands inside a glass lighthouse in the middle of a storm. Instead of a beacon, the lighthouse contains a tiny floating flame. The flame glows with impossible colors. Indigo. Gold. Crimson. Outside the glass: criticism expectations opinions noise arrive as wind and rain. Inside remains calm. She is tending the flame. Not displaying it. Not defending it. Simply protecting it. --ar 5:7 --sref 3565168336 --v 8.1 --seed 1 --hd --profile kpoplod
