CANDLELIGHT（Red Agate & Obsidian Bracelet）

Biancana always believed that certain kinds of light were alive.

Especially candlelight.

Whenever the power went out during winter, her grandfather would fill the cabin with candles. Their faint, trembling glow painted the room in soft gold, as though the cold outside had been gently pushed beyond the walls.

And within that flickering light, Biancana would often notice strange things.

Sometimes drifting particles of golden dust.
Sometimes blurred shapes hidden inside the shadows on the walls.
Sometimes it even felt as though someone was quietly sitting beside her on the other side of the flame.

Yet she was never afraid of them.

Because unlike her other visions, these felt warm.

And over time, she began to understand something:

Perhaps people do not love candlelight because it shines brightly—

but because in the darkest moments,
even the smallest warmth can still choose to stay beside you.