Lucan and Maris, dressed in their swimsuits but with light shirts and shorts pulled over them, made their way up the winding path that led to the lighthouse. The journey was steep, and the stairs seemed endless, but the anticipation of what awaited them at the top drove them forward. After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached the summit, a white tower-like structure that stood tall against the sky. The lighthouse, its beacon unlit for the moment, loomed majestically over the landscape, a silent sentinel guarding the coastline.
"We've arrived," Lucan said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "This is the hill where you can see the sunset."
Maris gasped softly as she took in the view before her. "Wow…!"
