Chrysalis

Every now and then an attempt at re-igniting the candle is made, a futile attempt at bringing back the light. More often than not, the darkness is so thick that it is impossible to locate something to even light. The wick on Greg's candle was already completely burned out when he hopelessly attempted to re-ignite it. His futile efforts only succeeded in getting him lost deeper in the night, and closer to hell.

The wind that blew out Greg's flame didn't hit all at once. It had been gathering momentum for a good period of time. With only a few well-timed gusts, screams could be heard within the hauntingly crimson plumes of smoke spiraling from the burned out candle that had been his soul.In the end there can be only darkness.