In the dance of flames, a tale unfolds, of a candle unaware, a story to be told. It cradled a thread within its hold, unaware of the tragedy that would unfold. For the thread it embraced, in its gentle clasp, was its own demise, a fatal grasp. Yet, even as it vanished, sinking into the black, the candle gave light, showing no lack. It stands as a symbol, a beacon so bright, a poignant tale of sacrifice and light.