In every abode of shadow, the flame seeks to cast a tale. Its whispers unravel secrets, stitched into the night. To kindle the candle is to invite serenity into the tempest. Follow the path of embers.
The flicker lured forth from deep caves of memory, a beacon for lost souls. Should you not find the way, fear not, for others have trekked this maze before.
Inhale the candle's warm resolve. Concede to the flame, the keeper of secrets, the whisper in the labyrinth of light.