In this night of May only one man lies down, the others are on their feet and keeping a respectful distance. Letting go is not an option for the young man. The chest burns, and absolute memory is the only thing not distorted by treason. He decides he will not forget anything or anyone, ever again.

The lighthouse is a source of clarity. Its only function is to give a point of reference to travelers. When the lighthouse loses its purpose, its energy must implode to cause the least damage possible to those around it, in an impeccable way. Destructive energy of the finest kind. Noble violence. The light inevitably fades away, it is now an empty useless building. Just a silhouette next to the great sea.