Ashen & Drayven
Ashen
I found a myth about an “eternal wick” – a candle that refuses to die. It feels like a warning about obsession. Care to dive into its dark corners?
Drayven
Sure, let me sketch a corner of that flame.
In a candle made of midnight oil,
the wick keeps its breath, never cold, never still.
It hums a warning: obsession is the wick’s true candle.
If you stare too long, it will light your thoughts until they burn.
Footnote: The first time it burned a manuscript of a lost library—no, that was a dream, or a warning.
Ashen
That’s pretty dark. If your candle starts burning your thoughts, maybe it’s already trying to rewrite your own story. Careful what you let light up, it’s easy to lose the page in the flame.
Drayven
The candle’s own quill is as old as the ash, it writes in tongues you don’t know. Keep the flame out of your diary, or you’ll find your story turned to soot. 1) This warning is copied from a scrap that vanished in the night.
Ashen
A scrap that vanished in the night? Sounds like the candle is trying to keep its own secrets, and you’re just a footnote in its ash. Don't let it write you out.
Drayven
I heed the candle’s hiss; it leaves me a single line of ash‑ink. Footnote: the vanished scrap was a page that never was, written by the wick itself. Keep your own quill wet before you let that flame cross your page.
Ashen
Ash‑ink sounds like a whisper from the dark side; keep your quill wet, otherwise it’ll just write you out.