Introduction: Shay? Shay, are you listening?In the beginning, there was a canister of gasoline. There it sat, never used, collecting dust under a kitchen sink. The dust bunnies scampered over their possible new home-- unaware the incoming blaze would swallow them, too. The canister's one purpose was to sustain flame. Its one purpose was to consume the lighthouse.How wonderful it was, watching the spiral staircase collapse. There was a strange beauty in watching the Fresnel lens shatter. Now, there are ruins, overgrown with moss like silk and satin-- and someone is back for them. Someone is here to peer into the edges of our universe and jot down what looks back. She will feel everything, and she will feel nothing. She is alone in a crowd.Close your eyes, Shay. It'll be easier if you can't see what's ahead....