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by ๋ฃฐ๋ผ๋น„์ฆˆ๐Ÿ‘ถ 2024. 8. 9.

์˜›๋‚ , ๊ตฌ๋ถˆ๊ตฌ๋ถˆํ•œ ์–ธ๋•๊ณผ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ํ˜ธ์ˆ˜ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ์ž๋ฆฌ์žก์€ ์ž‘์€ ๋งˆ์„์— ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋ผ๋Š” ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์†Œ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ์€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ์™€ ์Šคํƒ€์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์œผ๋กœ ์œ ๋ช…์„ธ๋ฅผ ํƒ”๋‹ค. ๋งค์ผ ๋ฐค ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ฐฝ๊ฐ€์— ์•‰์•„ ํ•˜๋Š˜์—์„œ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๋ถˆ๋น›์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๊ฒช๊ฒŒ ๋  ๋ชจ๋“  ๋ชจํ—˜์„ ์ƒ์ƒํ•˜๊ณค ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์–ด๋Š ๋‚  ์ €๋…, ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์ž ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๋“ค ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€์—๊ฒŒ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“  ๋žœํ„ด์„ ๊ฑด๋„ค์ฃผ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ๋“ฑ๋ถˆ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ฐ€์กฑ ๋Œ€๋Œ€๋กœ ์ „ํ•ด ๋‚ด๋ ค์˜จ ๋ณ„๋น› ๋“ฑ๋ถˆ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ๋žœํ„ด์—๋Š” ์†Œ์ง€์ž๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋งˆ๋ฒ• ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ ์•ˆ๋‚ดํ•˜๋Š” ํž˜์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋Š” "๋ฃจ๋‚˜"๋ผ๊ณ  ์†์‚ญ์˜€๋‹ค. "์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค ๋ณ„๋“ค์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ค€๋น„ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋žœํ„ด์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์ด๋Œ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์„ธ์š”."

์‹ ๋‚˜๊ณ  ํ˜ธ๊ธฐ์‹ฌ์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋žœํ„ด์„ ๊ฝ‰ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜์„ฐ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋žœํ„ด์€ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ๋น›์œผ๋กœ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†์—์„œ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋– ์„œ ๋งˆ์„ ๊ฐ€์žฅ์ž๋ฆฌ์˜ ์ˆฒ์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์›€์ง์ด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋“ฑ๋ถˆ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์ˆฒ์œผ๋กœ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์˜ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค์€ ์€๋น› ๋น›์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ฃผ๋ณ€์˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์›€์— ๋งค๋ฃŒ๋˜์–ด ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋ช‡ ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ๊ฑธ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋žœํ„ด์ด ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ณ ๋Œ€ ์ฐธ๋‚˜๋ฌด ์•ž์— ๋ฉˆ์ท„์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋ฌด๊ป์งˆ์ด ๋“ฑ๋ถˆ ๋น›์„ ๋ฐ›์•„ ๋ฐ˜์ง๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ˆจ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋ฌธ์ด ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฌธ์„ ๋ฐ€๊ณ  ์•ˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋“ค์–ด์„ฐ๋‹ค. ๋†€๋ž๊ฒŒ๋„ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฝƒ๋“ค๊ณผ ์€ํ•˜์ˆ˜์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ์ˆจ ๋ง‰ํž ๋“ฏํ•œ ์ดˆ์›์— ์žˆ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ดˆ์› ์ค‘์•™์—๋Š” ์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ๋ผ๋Š” ์ด๋ฆ„์˜ ์šฐ์•„ํ•œ ์œ ๋‹ˆ์ฝ˜์ด ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์€๋น› ์•ก์ฒด์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฐˆ๊ธฐ์™€ ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ ์ง€ํ˜œ๋กœ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ€์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

“์–ด์„œ ์˜ค์„ธ์š”, ๋ฃจ๋‚˜.” ์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์ •ํ•œ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ์ธ์‚ฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์Šคํƒ€๋“ค์ด ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ์ž„๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์„ ํƒํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค."

๋ฃจ๋‚˜์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๊ฒฝ์ด๋กœ์›€์œผ๋กœ ์ปค์กŒ๋‹ค. "๋ฌด์Šจ ์ž„๋ฌด์š”?" ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์—ด์„ฑ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ๋Š” "๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋น›์„ ์žƒ์€ ๋ณ„์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋ ค๋ฉด ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„์˜ ๋„์›€์ด ํ•„์š”ํ•˜๋‹ค. ๋ณ„๋น›๋“ฑ์ด ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„์„ ์•ˆ๋‚ดํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค"๋ผ๊ณ  ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

์ฃผ์ € ์—†์ด ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋™์˜ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ์˜ ๋“ฑ์— ์˜ฌ๋ผํƒ€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ฐคํ•˜๋Š˜๋กœ ๋‚ ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๋ณ„๋“ค๊ณผ ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์น˜๋Š” ์€ํ•˜๊ณ„๋ฅผ ์ง€๋‚˜ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ๋ณ„์— ๋„๋‹ฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€์ž ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ณ„์ด ์–ด๋‘์šด ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์— ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ์‹ธ์—ฌ ๋น›์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ณ„๋น› ๋“ฑ๋ถˆ์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋†’์ด ๋“ค๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ๋น›์ด ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์„ ๋ฐ€์–ด๋‚ด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ์˜ ๋ง์”€์„ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๋“ฑ๋ถˆ์˜ ๋น›์€ ๋งˆ์Œ์—์„œ ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๋•Œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๋‹ค." ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ๊ฐ€์กฑ, ์นœ๊ตฌ, ๋ฐคํ•˜๋Š˜์˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์›€ ๋“ฑ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์‚ถ์— ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ๋ชจ๋“  ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๊ณผ ๊ธฐ์จ์„ ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ๋žœํ„ด์˜ ๋น›์€ ์ ์  ๋” ๋ฐ์•„์กŒ๊ณ , ๋ณ„ ์ž์ฒด์˜ ๋น›๊ณผ ํ•ฉ์ณ์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ, ์–ด๋‘์šด ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์ด ๋…น์•„ ์—†์–ด์ง€๊ณ , ๋ณ„์ด ๋ˆˆ๋ถ€์‹œ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๋น›์œผ๋กœ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฃจ๋‚˜์™€ ์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ๋Š” ๋ณ„์ด ํ•˜๋Š˜์—์„œ ๊ทธ ์–ด๋Š ๋•Œ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋ฉฐ ์ œ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋˜์ฐพ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

"๊ณ ๋งˆ์›Œ์š”, ๋ฃจ๋‚˜." ๋ณ„์ด ์†์‚ญ์˜€๋‹ค. "๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋น›์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์‚ด์•„๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค."

์ž„๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์™„์ˆ˜ํ•œ ๋ฃจ๋‚˜์™€ ์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ๋Š” ์ดˆ์›์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ์•„์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์Šคํƒ€๋”์ŠคํŠธ๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์ด๋ฉฐ "๋ฃจ๋‚˜, ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ๋น›์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ฐจ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹น์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์–ด๋‘์šด ๊ณณ๋„ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ํž˜์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์žŠ์ง€ ๋ง๋ผ"๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

์ƒˆ๋ฒฝ์ด ๋ฐ์•„์˜ค์ž ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ณ„๋น› ๋“ฑ๋ถˆ์„ ์†์— ์ฅ๊ณ  ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งˆ์„๋กœ ๋Œ์•„์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์•„์นจ ํ–‡์‚ด์— ๋ณ„๋“ค์ด ํฌ๋ฏธํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋‚ ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ฃจ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ง€, ์–ด๋–ค ์–ด๋ ค์›€์— ์ง๋ฉดํ•˜๋“  ์ž์‹  ์•ˆ์—๋Š” ๋ณ„๋น›์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋งค์ผ ๋ฐค ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ฐฝ๊ฐ€์— ์•‰์•„ ๋ณ„๋น› ๋žœํ„ด์„ ์˜†์— ๋‘๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์˜ ๋ชจํ—˜์„ ์ค€๋น„ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ž˜ ์ž์š”, ๋ชฝ์ƒ๊ฐ€ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„. ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๊ธธ์„ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๋†€๋ผ์šด ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ ์•ˆ๋‚ดํ•  ๋น›์„ ๋‹น์‹  ์•ˆ์—์„œ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

 

Luna and the Starlight Lantern

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and a shimmering lake, there lived a little girl named Luna. Luna was known for her bright smile and her love for the stars. Every night, she would sit by her window, gazing at the twinkling lights in the sky, imagining all the adventures they held.

One evening, as Luna was getting ready for bed, her grandmother handed her a beautifully crafted lantern. It was no ordinary lantern; it was the Starlight Lantern, passed down through generations in their family. It was said that this lantern had the power to guide its bearer to the most magical places.

"Luna," her grandmother whispered, "tonight, the stars have something special for you. Take the lantern, and let it lead you."

Excited and curious, Luna held the lantern tightly and stepped outside. As soon as she did, the lantern began to glow with a soft, warm light. It floated gently from her hand and started to move towards the forest at the edge of the village.

Luna followed the lantern into the forest, where the trees seemed to sparkle with a silvery glow. She walked for what felt like hours, enchanted by the beauty around her. Suddenly, the lantern stopped in front of a huge, ancient oak tree.

The tree's bark shimmered in the lantern's light, revealing a hidden door. Luna pushed it open and stepped inside. To her amazement, she found herself in a breathtaking meadow, filled with flowers that glowed like tiny stars and a river that sparkled like the Milky Way.

In the center of the meadow stood a graceful unicorn named Stardust. She had a mane that flowed like liquid silver and eyes that sparkled with the wisdom of the cosmos.

"Welcome, Luna," Stardust greeted her with a gentle voice. "I have been waiting for you. The stars have chosen you for a special mission."

Luna's eyes widened with wonder. "What mission?" she asked eagerly.

Stardust explained, "There is a distant star that has lost its light. It needs your help to shine brightly again. The Starlight Lantern will guide you."

Without hesitation, Luna agreed. She climbed onto Stardust's back, and together, they soared into the night sky. They traveled past twinkling stars and swirling galaxies until they reached the dim star.

As they approached, Luna saw that the star was surrounded by dark clouds, obscuring its light. She took the Starlight Lantern and held it high. Its warm glow began to push back the clouds, but it wasn't enough.

Luna remembered her grandmother's words: "The lantern's light is strongest when it comes from the heart." Closing her eyes, Luna thought of all the love and joy in her life—her family, her friends, and the beauty of the night sky. As she did, the lantern's light grew brighter and brighter, merging with the star's own light.

Slowly, the dark clouds melted away, and the star began to shine with a brilliant, radiant light. Luna and Stardust watched as the star regained its place in the sky, glowing brighter than ever before.

"Thank you, Luna," the star whispered. "Your light has brought me back to life."

With their mission complete, Luna and Stardust returned to the meadow. Stardust bowed her head and said, "You have a heart full of light, Luna. Never forget that you have the power to brighten even the darkest places."

As dawn began to break, Luna found herself back in her village, the Starlight Lantern glowing softly in her hand. She looked up at the sky, where the stars were fading with the morning light, and smiled.

From that day on, Luna knew that no matter where she went or what challenges she faced, she had the light of the stars within her. And every night, she would sit by her window, the Starlight Lantern by her side, ready for whatever magical adventure awaited her next.

Goodnight, little dreamers. May you always find the light within you to brighten your path and guide you to wondrous places.

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