A beacon of tranquility in the forest, a lonely corner. There lived a silent old man and a 1,400-year-old poisonous owl. Countless guests bring bizarre stories, independent and interrelated. Fate and dream, madness and sadness; ================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================================' One day it will be difficult to distinguish between true and false in my memory. So I have decided to leave you this manuscript. My name is Bar Solet, and I am an elderly lonely traveler. One autumn evening, I got lost in the forest and sprained my ankle. While resting, he suddenly found a strangely shaped wood carving under the tree. Out of curiosity, I picked up the wood carving. As night fell, I found a lighthouse. But my heart was full of doubts—because there were no buildings in this area before... There lived a silent brother in the lighthouse. He had the same gray hair as me and said nothing. Surprisingly, another resident of the lighthouse, a talking owl! It was the first time I saw a talking owl in my whole life. An owl named "Earl" and an old man live in this lighthouse. They also kindly took me to recuperate in the lighthouse. The old man lived a simple and fulfilling life. He collects wood in his free time, and slowly carves strange wood carvings by himself. I noticed a detail: the knife used by the old man for carving is unusual. Every time he carves, he will pull out a unique claw knife from the owl's claw. After the wood carving was finished, the owl would grab the wood carving and fly out. After that there is waiting. I know that the old man, like me, is a person who is used to loneliness, and waiting is already our carnival. When the wait is over and the owl returns, there will be a knock on the door. A lost guest visits the lighthouse with a found wood carving - did they find it like I did because of the wood carving? During these days of convalescence, I have seen many guests. They are not only one of the mortal beings, but also have their own bizarre, crazy and sad stories. There are still inexplicable connections between some stories... To this day, when I recall everything that happened in that lighthouse, I feel incredible. But the most incredible thing is that I entered that forest many times later, but never found the lighthouse again. ---Bar Sollet
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