Lighthouse Beam Sweeps Late Autumn Hills

Thick mist rests on the rolling terrain near Arish, obscuring the distant horizon while a rhythmic beam of white light cuts through the darkness. Scattered oak trees stand as dark silhouettes against the sweeping illumination, their bare branches catching the edge of the light before vanishing into the fog. The ground appears damp and textured with fallen leaves, glowing briefly where the beam passes. Layers of hills recede into the void, each ridge defined only by the fleeting flash of the lighthouse sweep. The light reveals patches of rough bark and dry grass, then retreats, leaving the landscape in deep shadow until the next rotation. A sharp beam edge slices through the mist near the foreground, highlighting a single fallen leaf resting on wet earth.