Lanthorne sounds like a moth erratically in gaze with an enclosed flame. This moth cannot reach the flame. If it could though, would it want to? Or would it turn away, whenst it felt the heat so present upon its wings?
The moth performs a seizurely dance around the enclosed flame. It is entranced by its beauty and tries to mimic the dance of the flame. The moth circles the enclosed flame whilst dancing in a coked luminescent frenzy.
The movement in the flame speaks to the moth. It shares its wisdom. The moth listens closely and quickly becomes in acquiesce with the flame. This moth calls upon its family and friends and they all dance crazily around the enclosed flame. This dance of nature creates a small whirlwind around the enclosed flame. This causes the flame to fall off its post. It reaches the dry ground and is suddenly not enclosed anymore...
The fire spreads over the dry grass, as does the flames wisdom. The field is a symphony of flames. In awe, the moth watches over the field of flames and feels very accomplished. It feels the necessity of meeting with the flame, expecting a gesture of gratitude.
The flame quickly engulfs the moth. The moth shrivels and becomes ash. From now until forever, the moths ashes lie in the symphony of flames.
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