You are the moth. There is a path of flames through the dark, one lit at a time, always ahead of you. Reach it and it gutters out and the next one takes over.
The flame is the only light in the house. Near it you can see the room; out in the long dark between, you get the walls in flashes and not much else.
Five things in the way, drawn fresh each day from seven. They light themselves. Some you wait out, some you just run, and some share a room.
Every candle you light leaves the house a little brighter, and that stays lit even if you do not.
Each hazard carries its own colour and its own instrument, so the day's roll is the day's song. Get caught and you start the path again, and the band walks with you.
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