Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

At the edge of the world stands an old lighthouse… and the man who keeps its light alive. But tonight, a storm rises. The waves grow, and the flame begins to fade. He climbs to the top— against the wind, against the fear… because somewhere in the darkness, someone is waiting for that light. And then… it shines again. Through the storm, through the night— guiding the way home. As long as the light remains… hope will never fade.