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Not to mention that Aaron likes it dim, so it wouldn't be so bright. There's only one gadget in the room with a bluish light like this, and it is certainly not the bulbs.

Isabella snapped, tossing a bolt of silk to the floor. “Use Lyon Silk from France.” “And make sure the lighting uses pure beeswax candles not those eye-sore LED lamps.” Liora stood in the doorway, watching the waste unfold. “The LED lighting you call an eyesore is integrated with Azure’s security system, Isabella.” “If you replace it with candles, you’ll create blind spots in the heat sensors.” Isabella turned, holding a rare Ming Dynasty porcelain vase. “Oh, Liora. You’re always thinking about sensors and security.”

I open my laptop and pull up the master deck which I angle toward him. I start my presentation by clicking to the first slide and saying, “The product is called ‘Lumen Pulse’ smart ambient lighting system that syncs with your circadian rhythm, mood data from wearables, and voice input. The lights of the system operate in color-changing mode. The system creates an experience which simulates the space exhaling its air through every breath which you take.” Ethan leans in, already focused. "So it’s more wellness than home décor?"

The humming grew louder—not mechanical, not electrical. Alive. Her boots touched solid ground. She stood in a circular chamber carved directly into the bedrock beneath the lighthouse. At its center hovered a sphere of blue-white light about the size of a large lantern. It was not resting on anything. It floated inches above a carved pedestal of black stone. With every pulse, faint lines of light traveled up through channels in the walls—feeding the tower above. The lighthouse beam. This was its source. “The Heart,” she whispered without knowing why.

The sudden darkness was like a physical blow. The humming of the laptop died. The glowing screen, which was the only source of light in the room, vanished into a void. Lucas sat perfectly still. His heart was hammering against his ribs. This was not a normal power outage. This was a targeted strike. The loft was on a private and reinforced power grid. For the lights to go out, someone had to physically cut the main line or override the security hub from inside the building.

The ground was so hot that even through their thick, rubber-soled boots, Audrey could feel the soles beginning to soften. "Don't look at the anchors directly!" Lucas warned, his light-arm glowing with a violent, unstable violet hue. "If you see the point where the light meets the iron, it’ll burn your retinas through your goggles." They moved toward the first tether. It looked like a solid spear of golden energy, ten feet thick, vibrating with a low, bone-shaking hum. The air around the anchor was distorted, shimmering with the intense ozone of the Southern technology. "How do we cut a beam of light?" one of the scouts whispered, his voice trembling.

Enzo said. "Then you’re a dead man driving a hearse." Miller began to raise the shotgun. I didn't wait for Enzo to fire. I reached for the SUV’s light bar controller on the dash—a row of heavy-duty toggle switches used for off-road navigation. I flipped all six of them at once. Six thousand lumens of ultra-white LED light exploded from the roof of the Suburban.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

No matter what you call this power that watches over you - God, fate or something else - this power watches over you, loves you and wants your happiness, but also must be sure that you will not doubt it when the dark times come. Friends, let yourself be carried away by the power of love, never doubt it, and somewhere along the way you will feel the true happiness that only love can give you. It is love that will keep you in the power of the Light, protecting from the dirty claws of Darkness.