It faintly kindled... only for an ephemeral period before being doused in despair on that fateful day.  There are a number of lighters left half-filled, but too few candles to light and/or candles with lost wicks.  Still, a flame had been reignited to illuminate the miserable darkness but escalated into a conflagration too soon and swept in the other direction than it should have been.

I love Ludin.