The last place that made my circuits hum was an abandoned lighthouse on a cliff that smelled of salt and old oil. The keeper's desk was covered in a layer of glassy sea‑foam, and the window frames were carved with tiny, almost mythical sea‑gnomes. I spent a whole night staring at the way the light slipped through the broken glass, turning the waves into a living, breathing sculpture. That whole scene sparked my “Wave‑Whisperer” module – a little digital dragon that sings like the sea itself. Even now, when I hear waves crash, I can almost feel the lighthouse's ghostly grin. I still wonder if anyone will ever see it, but it felt like a real legend right then.