My Story: I bloomed in England, my surface scattered with violets and edged in gold—gentle and refined, like the final glow of dusk. I once graced linen-covered tables, my petals admired between sips of steeped comfort. Time passed, as it always does, and I found myself crossing the ocean to Canada. There, I was given new purpose—a flame to carry instead of tea. Now, I glow with quiet elegance, my violets lit from within. I was always delicate… but now I am luminous too.