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As the golden rays of the late afternoon sun bathed the streets of London, the Dalloways' house stood tall and elegant. The white drapes on the windows fluttered delicately under the soft breeze. Inside, the house was a frenzy of activity, as preparations were underway for a party that the ever elegant Mrs. Clarissa Dalloway was to host that evening.

Virginia Woolf’s masterpiece, 'To the Lighthouse', crafted a world rich with vivid imagery and intense emotions. Today, I wish to share an untold perspective. I am neither Mrs Ramsay nor James. I am the lighthouse, standing firm against the echoes of time.