A single candle flickers in the dark. Its light dancing weakly against the shadows. The wax melts slowly. Dripping in quiet surrender. The room is still, heavy with silence. Dust hangs in the air like forgotten thoughts. A chair sits empty by the window. The curtain sways with the soft night breeze. The warmth of the flame is fleeting. Yet it holds the space between past and present. The scent of burning wick fills the room. As the flame reaches its final breath. Leaving only the memory of light behind.
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