00:00Lena stood at the edge of the foggy cliff, the wind whipping her long, curly brown hair into a
00:06frenzy. She had wandered away from her family's picnic, enticed by the crumbling lighthouse in
00:12the distance. The building loomed before her, its wooden door hanging crookedly on rusty hinges,
00:17as she Polina's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she noticed a small, almost imperceptible
00:23crack in the wall, which seemed out of place among the old stones. She pressed it, and a hidden panel
00:29swung open, revealing a narrow stairway. The air that wafted up was stale and musty, filled with
00:35the scent of aged pain. Lena descended, her heart pounding, and found herself in a small, circular
00:40room filled with dusty navigational tools and a beautiful, antique compass with an intricately
00:45carved wooden case. As she touched the compass, the room began to spin, and ghostly ships materialized
00:51outside the small, grimy windows that her sails billowing. The ships were old, from centuries past,
00:56and Lena could see chests overflowing with gold and jewels on their decks. One ship, in particular,
01:03caught her eye. Its name, the Maiden's Revenge, etched in faded letters on the side. The vision faded,
01:11leaving Lena stunned and wondering, with the compass still clutched in her hand, as she stood there,
01:17the fog swirling outside, shrouding the cliff in an impenetrable mist.
01:22Eva's Revenge of the
