Elian Shares Lantern's Magic with a Curious Girl – AI Generated Video | Hailuo AI

Generate & Play Hailuo AI video：Here is today's story: The Guardian of Twilight At the edge of Lake Neuchâtel, where the lights of Yverdon-les-Bains began to twinkle like fallen stars, there lived an old man named Elian. He was not a fisherman or a boatman. Elian was the 'Guardian of Twilight'. Every evening, as the sun set behind the crests of the Jura, painting the sky with shades of orange and violet, Elian would come out of his small cabin with an ancient lantern. But the wick of his lantern did not burn oil; it shone with a soft and captured light, that of the last ray of sunlight of the day. The local legend said that as long as someone would collect the last glimmer of day, the night would be gentle and the dreams of the inhabitants would be peaceful. On that July evening, a fine mist floated over the calm water. Elian sat on his usual bench, opened the shutter of his lantern and waited. The solar disk touched the horizon, and just as it was about to disappear, a last golden beam of light burst forth, crossed the lake and came to nest in the heart of the lantern. Elian gently closed the shutter, trapping the glow. Suddenly, he heard a slight noise next to him. A little girl, who could not be more than seven years old, was looking at him with big curious eyes. 'Mister,' she asked timidly, 'is it true what they say? That you keep the sun so that we don't have nightmares?' Elian offered her a gentle smile, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. He slightly opened the lantern, and the warm and reassuring light illuminated the child's amazed face. 'It's not the sun that I keep, my little one,' he murmured. 'It's the promise that it will come back tomorrow. And that promise is the sweetest of dreams.' The little girl smiled in return, her heart soothed. Together, under the darkening sky, they watched the gentle light of the lantern dance, a silent promise of a new dawn to come.