The Lantern Keeper, Light of Knowledge gpt4o Pharos

 



The Lantern Keeper

There was a tower at the edge of the world, standing where the sea met the sky in a seamless fold of mist and light. It had no doors and no windows, only a great lantern at its peak that burned without oil, without wick—just a fire that had never been extinguished.

The Lantern Keeper had no name, for names were things of the past, worn down by time like pebbles on a shore. They had always been here, or perhaps they had arrived yesterday—such things were difficult to measure when one lived among tides and stars.

Their duty was simple: keep the lantern lit.

But the light was strange. It did not merely shine; it reached. It sought. It whispered in colors unseen. Some said it called to lost ships, others to forgotten souls, and a few believed it was the last beacon of an ancient city swallowed by the waves. The Lantern Keeper did not know. They only knew that when the flame wavered, so did the edge of the world itself, as if existence were stitched together by this single, flickering glow.

One night, in the hush before dawn, a shadow appeared at the base of the tower. A traveler—one who had come without ship, without path. They stood silent, watching the light.

The Keeper descended, though they had never done so before. Their feet touched the sand, and the air shivered around them as if the world was uncertain whether this was allowed.

The traveler’s voice was quiet, yet carried through the wind. “I have seen your light in my dreams.”

The Keeper tilted their head. “Then you are meant to be here.”

A pause. The traveler hesitated, then asked, “What happens if the lantern goes out?”

The Keeper’s fingers tightened around the railing. They had never asked this question themselves, yet they had always known the answer.

“The world would forget itself.”

The traveler looked up, eyes reflecting the ember-bright sky. “Then let me help you keep it lit.”

For the first time, the Keeper smiled. And when dawn broke, the world was just a little bit brighter.

Sleep well, Dreamer.

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