The flickering flame cast shadows on the window pane. On the other side the world was moving in rapid, unstoppable motion. Inky darkness covered the room like a warm, wool blanket.
The only source of light was provided by a single tiny candle that was set in an intricate candelabre by the great bay window.
Watching the dancing flame was hypnotizing and inspiring. The past deeds reflected in the primal light, the first lamp of the elders.