The Pawnshop of Horror: How the Mermaid Candle Makes a Living

I don't know when it happened, but I became conscious. I opened my eyes. I didn't know who I was, let alone where I came from. All I knew was that my body was bound and my soul imprisoned. I had been set on a small table, watching the sun set and the stars flow by, day after day, year after year. Time passed until my consciousness began to blur again, until the little room that held me was covered in cobwebs and dust, until it welcomed a new owner once more. This story is told from the perspective of the mermaid candle in the Mermaid Candle arc of Ya She. A tale of past and present lives, giving the candle a perfect ending.