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The lantern that never went out. On the edge of
a quiet village, where the woods met the sea, there
stood an old lighthouse. It had once been grand, its
beacon shining brightly to guide lost travelers home. But as
the years passed, the lighthouse was abandoned, its light snuffed out,
forgotten by the world, all except for one small lantern.
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This lantern, named Blumah, hung just outside the lighthouse door.
Unlike the great beacon that had gone dark, Luma had
a glow that never faded, no matter how fierce the
wind blew or how heavy the rain fell. Its golden
light flickered on, warm and steady. But Lumah had a dream.
It wanted to shine like the lighthouse once did, guiding
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those in need through the darkest night. A storm arrives
one evening. As Luma swayed gently in the evening breeze,
dark clouds rolled over the sea, thunder rumbled in the distance,
and soon rain began to pour in heavy sheets. The
villagers shut their doors and windows, but Lumah kept burning,
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its little flame, glowing defiantly against the storm. Then, through
the howling wind, Lumah heard a voice, a faint, frightened cry,
out on the rocky shore, a traveler was lost. A
young sailor, drenched from head to toe, stumbled through the storm.
His ship had wrecked against the jagged cliffs, and he
could not find his way to safety. Lumah's flame flickered
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with determination. This is my chance, it thought, I must
guide him home. Braving the storm with all its might,
Lumah shone brighter. But the storm was fierce, and the
wind roared like a wild beast, trying to snuff out
its glow. The rain lashed at its glass, and the
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cold threatened to dim its warmth. Still Luma refused to
give up. It pushed its light farther, stretching its glow
beyond the broken lighthouse. The sailor, struggling against the wind,
caught a glimpse of the golden light. Hope sparked in
his heart. He followed the flickering glow step by step
until his feet found the path leading safely to the village.
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Just as he reached shelter, the storm gave one last
mighty howl, and with a powerful gust, the wind lifted
Luma from its hook, a light that never fades. The
villagers rushed outside as the storm passed their eyes wide
with wonder. The sailor, breathless and grateful, pointed to the lighthouse.
A lantern saved me, he said. It never went out,
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no matter how strong the wind blew. But Luma was gone.
The villagers searched high and low, but the little lantern
had vanished into the night. Some say the wind carried
it high into the sky, where it became a new star,
shining above the sea. Others believe it still flickers somewhere,
guiding lost souls home. But one thing was certain, No
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storm could ever put out its light. The end