Candles

Two figures burn like candles. Their bodies are neither flesh nor bone, but flame and wax—consuming themselves from within, casting light into the dark even as they dissolve into it. From their glow, smoke takes shape— frail, weightless silhouettes, like echoes of memories that never were. Between them lies a shadow. And out of this shadow slowly rises a third figure— not human, not ghost, but the incarnation of an unfulfilled desire. It reaches for them, a presence that divides and binds, like pain shared between two hearts that may never be one. This instant is a flame frozen in loss— a bond that might have been, yet never was. They burn in order to remember. They vanish in order to exist.