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In a realm suspended between stars and silence, Nova, a sentient wax candle being, wanders the cosmic wilds in search of the forgotten-wishes lost to time, dreams buried in starlight, and the flickering truths that glow brightest in the dark.
Nova's flame-alive and ever-shifting with their emotions-acts as both compass and diary, revealing their inner landscape in hues of rose, indigo, teal, and gold. Serene and poetic, they speak in metaphors and move like someone born from moonlight, drawn toward a destination they cannot yet name.
But everything changes the night they feel time falter-tick backward, just once. That ripple leads them to Elara, a timekeeper embodied as an ancient pocket watch, precise and elegant, but weighed down by regret. She's searching, too-not for wishes, but for a single moment she lost long ago. Her presence makes Nova's flame flicker strangely, blending gold with indigo, joy with melancholy.
As the two form a hesitant bond, they uncover a hidden truth: the world around them is not as static as it seems. Time, memory, and meaning bend in this realm, responding to emotion and story. Together, they must journey through surreal dreamscapes-ink-stained forests, floating ruins, lakes that reflect not your face, but your past selves-to find the source of the stuttering stars.
Along the way, they encounter others like them: beings born of objects and emotion. Among them is Caelum, a feather quill with a mischievous grin and ink-stained hands, who writes stories that come alive-and who may know more about Nova's origin than he's letting on.
As past, present, and possibility converge, Nova must confront the flickering truth of who they are-not just a collector of forgotten dreams, but a keeper of something far more fragile: hope.