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  The path heads in several directions from this point.  To both the west

and southwest, it leads precariously close to the edge of the cliff.  You

can discern the exact point where the land ends sharply and falls towards

the sea.  The waves crashing violently at the base of the overhang create a

clamour so loud it is deafening.  The ground is barren, covered only in

small shrubbery and moss covered rocks.  The path continues east inland and

north along the edge of escarpment, always circling the lighthouse that lies

to the northeast.  

  The gravel-covered path leads both east and west from here.  The tower to

your north looms high above you, rising above one hundred feet from the

ground.  The white stone walls cast a lengthening shadow straight across the

path.  The constant drum of waves crashing to shore seems to carry from the

sea, which stretches out towards the east.  The occasional flutter of a bird

or small animal ruffles the thick mass of trees that lay to the south.  

  You stand on a path that lies near the base of a towering lighthouse.  An

occasional small flower blooms through the pebbly surface of the trail.  The

southern side of the little road houses a thick forest, whose trees are

twisted and misshapen by the constant wind blowing in from the sea.  The

noisy sound of violently crashing waves is loud and masks any other noises,

save for the occasional loud lighthouse horn.  

  The path branches off to the west, leading precariously close to the edge

of a steep cliff.  The constant swooshing of the surf crashing into the

cliff's base mixed with the occasional sea bird call catches your ear.  The

air is salty and damp, the wind constantly blowing in violent gusts.  No

trees seem to grow here, their growth likely stunted by the high winds.  To

the east looms the large white lighthouse.  The main trail appears to

continue both north and south.  

  The path leads you closer to the cliff.  The sound of the ocean crashing

into the rock face fills your head and is almost deafening.  The air is

filled with a salty mist, which covers your face and clothing with a film of

water.  The lighthouse still rises to the north of the path, looming tall

and proud.  The trees to the south are stunted and twisted, as if the

constant wind from the sea prevents them from growing straight and proud. 

The gravel path leads east and west from here.  

  The gravel covered path you stand on stretches both towards the east and

the west.  A lighthouse standing over a hundred feet tall lies to the north.

The white construction is capped with a red-roofed, glass structure.  A

rotating light flashes systematically from the apex of the lighthouse. 

Tall, twisted trees rise to the south of the path, yet the vegetation

appears to thin out as you approach the edge of the cliff.  

  You stand upon a narrow, gravel-strewn path.  To the north lies a soaring

white tower capped with a hexagonal glass structure.  A bright beam

systematically lights the sky surrounding the area, casting eerie shadows

across the trail.  A forest of twisted pines and vegetation lies to the

south.  From the west comes the roaring sound of waves hitting the shore. 

The path continues both east and west from here.  

  You stand at the northeast corner of the path surrounding the lighthouse.

The trail leads both south towards the tower's entrance and west, in the

direction of the sea cliffs.  The shrill call of seabirds and crashing waves

fills your ears, overcome only by an occasional loud horn blast, which

causes both the lighthouse and the ground to shake.  Thick, forested ground

lies to the east of the path.  

  The narrow path stretches heads both north and south here.  A lighthouse

standing well over a hundred feet tall towers over the path to the east. 

The walls of the structure are whitewashed and smooth, almost gleaming.  Its

whitewashed walls are smooth and interspersed with the occasional small

window.  Atop the tower rests a glass structure covered by a red roof of

sorts from which a bright light periodically flashes.  Trees grow taller and

lush as the trail leads away from the harsh cliffs.  The air is fresh and

salty and the sound of seabirds and other wildlife is carried on the wind.  

  The tall cylindrical structure of the lighthouse looms high to the east,

casting dark shadows across the gravel path.  The air is thick and muggy. 

Sprays of mist blow in from the west, where the ground stretches out towards

the sea, ending in a sharp, steep cliff.  The trail heads west towards a

cliff and continues north and south.  

  The trees lining the path to the east combined with the high tower to

your right casts dancing shadows upon the ground.  The call of seabirds and

the crashing of waves float through the air, catching your ear.  The

lighthouse looms high above, stretching up over a hundred feet above the

ground.  Its white walls almost glimmer in the light of either the sun or

the moon.  An occasional flash of light can be seen blinking periodically

from the top of the structure.  The gravel path leads both north and south

from here.  

  You stand upon a well-trodden north-south path.  A thin layer of gravel

covers the ground, worn thin by the number of passers-by.  A large cart

seems to have been knocked over on its side along the east side of the path,

its contents spilling out.  Thick vegetation grows to the east, creating an

impassable barrier.  To the west lies the tall lighthouse, standing tall and

proud.  

  You stand on a path that lies near the base of a towering lighthouse.  An

occasional small flower blooms through the pebbly surface of the trail and

thick vegetation grows along the eastern side of the trail.  To the south

you discern a break in the path that appears to lead straight to the base of

the lighthouse.  To the north, the trail seems to curve slightly, tracing

its way around the base of the cylindrical structure.  

  Tall grass grows wildly on either side of the beaten path.  The

occasional blade or weed pokes its nose through the gravel.  A towering

white cylindrical structure rises to the west of the trail while a lush

forest spreads to the east.  The vegetation is thick and seems almost

impenetrable.  Eerie sounds appear to escape the thick woods: wild animal

calls and chirping birds.  The rock-strewn path stretches north and south

from here.  

  You stand on a rough path strewn with gravel that circles a towering

lighthouse.  The shrill call of seabirds mixed with the sound of crashing

waves fills your ears.  Tall trees line the path to the south and the tall,

lit beacon rises to the north.  Its whitewashed walls are smooth and

interspersed with the occasional small window.  Atop the tower rests a glass

structure covered by a red roof of sorts.  The path leads north and west

around the construction.  It also appears to lead northwest, closer to the

base of the edifice.  

  Weeds and tufts of grass poke their heads through the path, growing where

the gravel has thinned out from frequent passages.  The forest to the east

is thick and impenetrable.  The large structure of the lighthouse rises to

the west of the path, towering above everything else around it.  The trail

leads north and south from here.  

  Strong gusts of wind blow in from the sea, spraying the path with a salty

mist.  The air is humid and thick.  Rocks of various sizes are strewn across

the path, most covered in thick green moss.  Dwarf plants and shrugs line

the path, their growth stunted by the harsh winds blowing in from the sea. 

The gravel path leads both north and south from this point.  The trail

branches off towards the west, leading towards the edge of a sharp cliff.