The Clockmaker’s Lantern
A Light That Could Pause Time
An elderly clockmaker built a lantern that emitted a glow unlike any flame. Rumor said it could freeze a single moment. When a traveler arrived seeking to relive the happiest instant of his life, the clockmaker allowed one use. The lantern shone, suspending the world in silence. The traveler saw his memory—a childhood dance with his mother—and wept. When time resumed, he thanked the clockmaker, who replied, “Moments aren’t meant to last forever. Their beauty lies in their passing.” The traveler left, realizing the lantern hadn’t trapped time—it had freed him from longing for what was already perfect.
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