In the silent waltz of cosmos, where time unravels its threads, we find the quiet hum of existence. Like wax melting into ethereal light, we drift in search of purpose, lost and found with every flicker.
Does the candle ponder its flame? Or is it oblivious, surrendering to the inevitable embrace of shadows? Reflect upon the purpose of being as you watch the glow fade.
Each luminescent drift resonates with echoes of past and future selves, converging then diverging, an endless loop of creation and dissolution. Embrace the reality of your transient glow.
What remains when the light dims? Nothingness or something yet to be illuminated? Wander into the sea of oblivion and find your answers in the whispers of the void.