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The Light House Island is the most mysterious part of the Wolfmans private kingdom in the Virtual Ocean. Almost 'Terra Incognita' to the world outside, and still a mystery to the wolfman, this is a space that he doesn't yet know what to use for. Only a few times have he visited this small rocky islet, since the day the old lighthouse keeper handed him over the big old iron key and the responsibility to keep the lighthouse working. The latter was not a difficult task since the old lighthouse keeper had fittet the lighthouse tower with ingenious and strange machineries that keept everything working almost automatically. The Old Lighthouse keeper had not even bothered to explain how to operate the machineries, on the evening he had come to Wolfmans Island, and without many words passed over the key, before he sailed away again - eastward bound. When asked about what to do to operate the lighthouse, his only answer was : "You will find out when you need to."

The few times the Wolfman have entered the lighthouse, he has been amazed, yes, almost enchanted. This place is like nothing else - crammed with strange and fascinating machineries, ranging from the larges cast iron constructions to the most delicate and minute clockworks. Hundreds of cogwheels, and driving belts turning and whirring, making an plethora of camshafts and levers glide, rock and pull, opening and locking valves and now and then letting hissing puffs of steam and compressed air escape through twisted pipes or diverse appertures.
A strange music, an intricate ever shifting pattern made of thousands of sounds, from the deepest rumbling resonances - emitting from the vaultlike cellar that was carved out in the rocky bulk of the island itself - to the sharp highpitched polyphonic klicking and ticking of hundreds of pawls and pins, each in its own rhythm locking or releasing the motion of the countless cogwheels, shafts and pinions, that in turn contributed to the cacaphony with their register of whirring, humming and grating noises. This mezmerizing fabric of sound, intriquing and strangely organic despite its mechanical origin is like a madmans vision of the language of living machines. And the feeling that the Lighthouse in its own peculiar way is more like a living organism than just a building, always creeps into the Wolfmans mind, when he is there.
Hopefully a sample of the music of the Lighthouse Island some day will be available here.