The dark is heavy and suffocating as you stumble blindly through the blackness, an invisible force driving your weary body on. You don't know where you are, where you've been, where you're going; just that there is somewhere you have to reach, and that it is not in this dark. It is beyond the dark, but the idea that anything exists beyond this everlasting night is a difficult concept to grasp.
But perhaps it is the idea that something may exist that keeps you going.
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A tiny candle sits in a small, blue flower resting on top of a pond and casts a little yellow glow over the dusty stone floor, and eagerly you run up to the pool's edge and lean over as far as possible, drinking in the light you have been starved of for so long.
You continue drinking the candles light for years, and though it is still as sweet as when you first laid eyes upon it, you find that it grows
Still, it is the only light that you can fix your eyes upon and so you keep your silent vi