An idyllic harbor scene at night, bathed in the soft glow of twinkling stars. Old wooden boats, their hulls weathered by time and salt water, gently sway in the gentle rocking motion of the tide. Their masts, adorned with frayed ropes and creaky pulleys, reach up towards the inky black sky, seemingly yearning for the comfort of the stars they once sailed under. The gentle clinking of rigging provides a soothing lullaby to the sea, as if the boats themselves are whispering secrets only they know how to understand. In the distance, a lighthouse stands tall, its beacon of hope and safety casting a reassuring glow across the dark waters. The air is thick with the salty tang of sea spray and the faint scent of diesel fuel, carrying with it the memories of countless voyages and the dreams of those who still sail these waters.