There is but a single flame in a room crowded with darkness. It represents hope, light, revival, life. Yet, not here. Crowded in this room, this short lived flame presents secrets and death, even darkness itself, ironically.
The flame doesn't matter. Who has set the flame does.
He who has set the flame gives it character and meaning; otherwise it would grow unruly and wild.
He who has set the flame gives it life. He leads it, guides it, and attracts others like moths to flutter along, following blindly.
He who has the flame has control.
He who has control has power.
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