There once was a small lighthouse perched on the edge of a rocky shore. It wasn’t the tallest or the most impressive lighthouse—its paint was chipped, and the storms had worn it down over the years. Yet, it stood steadfast, guiding lost sailors through the darkest nights and wildest seas.

Inside the lighthouse lived a keeper, a kind soul who had lived alone for many years. Every evening, she would light the beacon, ensuring the flame burned brightly. She...