I light this candle for the lost,
whose laughter lingers in the corners of memory,
like whispers caught in the web of time,
flickering shadows dancing around the flame.

For the dreamers who dared to chase the stars,
hands outstretched, reaching for the impossible,
their hopes lingering in the twilight air,
making the inky darkness feel a touch warmer.

I light this candle for the silenced voices,
echoing through the corridors of forgotten stories,
each flicker a...