"Thank you for never forgetting us. The sea remembers."

 

In a sleepy coastal town, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore, lived an old lighthouse keeper named Eli. Every night, he lit the great lamp that guided ships safely through the fog—except there hadn't been a ship in years.   One stormy evening, just as Eli was about to skip the ritual, a flicker of light danced on the horizon. Curious, he lit the lamp. To his amazement, an ancient, moss-covered ship emerged from the mist—silent and glowing faintly blue.  When it docked, no one came ashore. Instead, a letter floated down from the crow's nest, addressed to Eli. It read:  "Thank you for never forgetting us. The sea remembers."  By morning, the ship was gone, and Eli never saw it again. But he never missed lighting the lamp—not once.