The Three Children and the Candle

In a time before electricity, when nights were longer and silence pressed heavy upon the walls, three children gathered in a small, darkened room. The only light came from a single candle, its flame fragile yet unyielding, swaying gently with every breath of air.

They leaned close, their young faces glowing with the warmth of the flame, each child seeing something different in its light. For the eldest, the candle was hope — a reminder that even the darkest night can be broken by a spark. For the middle child, it was mystery — the flicker of a world unseen, whispering secrets through the shadows. For the youngest, it was comfort — the small fire that kept away the cold, wrapping them in safety.

The world beyond the room was vast, uncertain, and often harsh. But within that fragile circle of light, time seemed to pause. Their innocence, their bond, and their wonder were captured forever in that moment — three children staring into the glow, finding stories, dreams, and courage in the flame of a single candle.