There once was a candle, this candle was a tall and strong candle. This candle was also very kind as it let flames, ones who weren't able to be as strong as the candle burn atop it's head. This however made the candle melt slowly, but it didn't matter to it as it was happy that it was able to help the flames. Though it wasn't careful as over time the candle was almost constantly letting flames burn atop it's head, making it shorter and shorter. As the candle got shorter it learned that there were many different types of flames, kind flames, sad flames, hateful flames, abusive flames, lying flames, and many more. This took a toll on the candles mind as well as it's body. Eventually it was reduced to just a small melted stub, it wanted to be safe from fully melting so it started letting only those it could trust burn atop his head. This caused many flames it had to leave for another candle, which only served to further lower the mental stability of the candle. Eventually it fully melted, reduced to a puddle of wax. The candle had nothing left to give, and thought he was done. But the flames he trusted alerted the candles maker, seeing the poor candle it's maker scooped the melted wax and poured it into a new batch of candles. It only took a few days before the candle was set down, fully finished. It appeared to be just as strong as when it was first made, although being dumped haphazardly into other wax made the it's original color show in small spots. The candle was happy, as it began to once again let the flames he trusted burn atop it's head. The candle eventually melted again, but was reformed. All the colors of it's previous reforms showed through. The candle was glad, as it melting didn't matter to him. It only wanted the flames to stay ignited atop his head, and that is all it would do.