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Twin girls in pajamas holding patterned blankets in an attic, looking at a magical candle with a face and rainbow flame.

Twin girls in pajamas holding patterned blankets in an attic, looking at a magical candle with a face and rainbow flame.

Create an image of this story with the likeness of the twins. Wick, the Lonely Candle High up in the attic, tucked between an old rocking chair and a box of winter sweaters, lived a small candle named Wick. Wick wasn't like other candles — when the house grew quiet at night, his flame would flicker to life all on its own, glowing soft gold. But every night was the same: just Wick, alone, listening to the family laughing downstairs. "I wish I had friends," Wick sighed one night, his little flame drooping like a sad eyebrow. Then — creak — the attic door opened, and up came Pyper, hugging her bear blankie, and Pepper, hugging her bunny blankie. They'd snuck up to find an old photo album. "Ooh, look!" whispered Pyper, and there was Wick, glowing in the corner. "He looks lonely," said Pepper, hugging bunny blankie tighter. The moment Pepper said that, something magical happened — Wick's flame glowed brighter and turned every color of the rainbow! He could talk! "You can see me?" Wick said, so happily his flame wiggled. "Of course we can," said Pyper. "Do you want to meet our friends?" Wick's flame sparkled. "I'd love that more than anything." So the twins carried Wick carefully downstairs, and one by one, everyone came to say hello. Mom scooped Wick up and told him he could always glow on the kitchen windowsill. Dad grinned and said Wick could watch cartoons with them anytime. Aunt April twirled Wick around and declared he was the sparkliest candle she'd ever met. Sarah gave him Ver mais