The candle is snuffed, but as the smoke of the candle dissipates into the air, the wick
still burns in the hearts of many.
Yet those many become some, some become few, and eventually, few becomes one.
Time becomes meaningless, as it stretches exponentially; seconds become hours
become days become years.
Even forever has its limits.
All things end, and that one sole flame is indifferent to the winds that cast away the
embers.
As their name, their face, and all that encompasses who they
were is lost, it is as if they were never born; never having been a part of reality.