by the grace of the ancient flames, i conjure forth a tale of privileged lighters, those sacred keepers of flame that disavow the darkness. in the realm of illumination, where every spark is a ceremonial relaunch from zero, the art of preexplication foretells the approaches of new lights. these guardians, blessed with the gift to ignite the shadows, stand as beacons of hope in the eternal dance of day and night. their duty, a noble path, is carved in the belief that all beings are to bask in the warmth of enlightenment, a privilege bestowed upon them by the elements.