Dense, opaque tendrils curl, clutch me captive. I wither in the cruel confines of this grasp.
When suddenly, inexplicably, the darkness reels back upon itself, cringing.
Light flung like glitter, gleaming like oil on water, unveils the secret of this murky prison cell. The mystery of the darkness – myriad colors warped, bound so densely as to obscure their luminosity. Light, like water in paint, expands the colors, like galaxies flowing into a universe.
Hope flares. With surprised, eager cry, wings flutter furiously and soar past this trembling, crackling transition. A tender strand of light lures onward, upward.
Released on currents of light, I fly to you.