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The lighthouse on Whispering Point was usually a place of quiet, rhythmic beams, guiding ships safely through the night. Its lamp, a magnificent, ancient mechanism named Lumina, was supposed to emit a steady, comforting glow. However, Lumina had developed a secret passion for disco.

One moonless night, instead of her usual steady pulse, Lumina began to flash in a wild, uncontrolled sequence of greens, purples, and blues. She pulsed to an imaginary beat, spinning her lens as if she were under a glitter ball.

Old Man Tiberius, the lighthouse keeper (a gruff, walrus-mustached fellow with a penchant for quiet evenings and knitting), rubbed his eyes. "Lumina! What in the blazes are you doing? You're going to give those poor sailors sea-sickness with all that flashing!"

But Lumina wouldn't stop. She flashed faster, brighter, even adding a little strobe effect that made Tiberius feel quite dizzy. It was as if she were shouting, "Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Tiberius tried everything. He tightened bolts, he checked wires, he even offered her a new, very sensible, plain white bulb. Lumina just pulsed a defiant magenta.

Finally, Esmeralda, a very fashionable seagull who knew everything about current trends (and where to find the best discarded French fries), flew in through the open window.

"Tiberius, darling," Esmeralda squawked, landing daintily on a lever. "It's the remote control, isn't it?"

Tiberius looked blank. "Remote control? For a lighthouse lamp?"

Esmeralda pointed with a wing to a small, sleek, silver device that had fallen behind a dusty stack of nautical charts. "Some mischievous young puffins found this during their summer holidays. They thought it would be hilarious to give Lumina a 'dance party' mode. It’s for a new brand of color-changing party light that accidentally got shipped here instead of the proper spare parts."

Tiberius picked up the remote, squinting at the tiny buttons. He pressed one labeled "Steady Glow." Instantly, Lumina stopped her wild flashing and returned to a calm, steady, comforting white beam.

Tiberius sighed in relief. He thanked Esmeralda, gave the remote to her (with strict instructions to only use it for personal dance parties), and settled back down to his knitting, leaving Lumina to beam peacefully into the night.