A Candle that Wakes the Dark

In winter's hush, where moonlight folds itself between quiet shelves, a single light stirs awake, a soft white spark that knows your name.

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It glows the way a whisper warms, a colder heart that's lost its way, guiding wandering hands through shadow, through dust, through corridors.

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Follow its thread of silver fire, gentle as a breath against frost and you will see what darkness hides. The truth revealed when light is kind.

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For even in the deepest quiet, a glow will bloom if you call for it. A spark that answers trust with warmth....

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it waits for you to speak its name...