The Candlea are tiny, delicate creatures. They quietly slip into domestic spaces, where they live only briefly. Their entire existence revolves around a single purpose: to find the perfect spot and wait—silently, patiently—until they are set ablaze.
Within them burns a deep yearning for a brief moment of illumination. As soon as the flame ignites, they display it proudly, basking in their fleeting purpose. While they burn, drops of wax-like substance are left behind in various places—tiny puddles from which new Candlea may one day emerge. When their flame finally flickers out, they collapse quietly, accepting their end with grace.
