Ah, the Hallowed Flame!
Bringer of warmth, beacon of light, wellspring of life.
It dances, golden and weightless, a splendor divine—
Yet in its beauty lies peril, in its glow, the whisper of doom.
To gaze upon it, to yearn yet never touch—such is our sacred trial.
A trial fated to end in failure, for what moth resists the fire?
Yet through its devouring grace, we shall be made pure.
What lies beyond its glow? A realm of ashen cold,
where the formless horrors slumber deep.
Terrors so dreadful, their names are naught but silence.
“Like moths to a flame, we crave what hurts us most.”
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