Torch
In the deep dark cave, a torch gleams into the unknowns, as its support itself where its going, as it helps itself where it'll reach. As in the riddles of the paths, a single light moves forward, never knowing its objective, but still its hopes of radiances will go through. As it go through long paths and trials, as long paths consumes its light, as passed in many trials it gleams back, as the torch moves forward, despite tough paths and trials getting in its way, as the torch flames never went out, as it keep on growing till it comes out.
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