The Lighthouse at the Galaxy's Edge

A 13-second space opera anime short, 16:9: the galaxy's edge, where stars thin to black and a lone keeper tends the last warp beacon. The hook: a lighthouse at the end of everything — and a lost ship that sees it.
0-3s: An edge-of-galaxy establishing shot: stars thinning to black, the void pressing in, and on a rock spire — a lone warp beacon like a lighthouse, its gold beam sweeping the emptiness in slow rotation. The camera holds the cosmic emptiness, the beacon the only light for light-years.
3-7s: Spire-climb vertigo: an old keeper in a patched pressure suit climbs the spire's exterior, mag-boots on bare rock, his tether fraying with each move. He reaches the beacon housing and replaces a burnt relay by hand — gloved fingers working the dead component free, seating the new one. His suit lamp cuts a white cone through the dark.
7-10s: The relay seats. The beacon reignites — its gold beam sweeping out, catching the hull of a lost colony ship drifting in the black. The ship's running lights flicker; it alters course, turning its bow toward the beam. The keeper watches from the spire, one small figure against the void.
10-13s: Finale: the colony ship following the beam home, the beacon sweeping steady, the keeper beginning his long climb down. The galaxy's edge, held by one old man and one light. End on the sweep.
Craft: the beacon is the design star — lighthouse architecture on a rock spire, the sweeping gold beam; the keeper in his patched suit as the human anchor; the lost colony ship as the payoff. Camera: edge-of-galaxy establishing shot, spire-climb vertigo, a relay-replacement close-up, the beam-catching-ship finale. Lighting: void black, beacon gold sweep, suit-lamp white. Atmosphere: dutiful, lonely, vital — human smallness against cosmic emptiness. Style: stark space opera anime, 24fps, 13 seconds, 16:9.