Run: 2026-09-23-01M36NXM1S0Z0TP5N9K8D76256

At midnight, the lighthouse lamp stopped turning above the harbor. Mara found its keeper facedown beside the extinguished lantern. His pocket watch still ticked, though its hands pointed backward. Outside, footsteps crossed the snow toward the locked door. Mara counted seven prints, then noticed none returning toward town. Behind her, someone whispered, “You were supposed to arrive tomorrow.”