Stillness feeds the cone.
Stand and the match recovers. You will see brick, then trough, then the next rack. This is how the house is read: in pools, not in corridors.
Tallow Works · posted at the time clock
Manual
Speed spends it.
Walk if you must move. Run and the flame gutters. Wind in the yard is the same as running. Cup the head. Take the long way around a puddle.
Fifty, then empty.
The box on the packing floor is the only inventory. Each death costs a stick. There is no refill in the vault — the drums are sealed, and the recipe is not your problem.
Strike slow.
The strip on the door jamb still takes a head. Drag it as if you were lighting a stove, not a fuse. A fast strike is a wasted stick and a dark room.
The tool
One stick. Then another.
WICK is played in first person, in silence unless you bring sound. The match is the only HUD. When it dies, the screen is the factory. Strike from the box, or sit in the dark and listen to the rain on the roof until you decide which is worse.