In the dark, In that chilled dark. He reached out into the emptiness. The same emptiness he had become all to familiar with. That forever abyss, floating among the heavens. That well of endless depths, falling, falling. Many a nights he reached and grasped at the thought of hope. Reaching, like a child reaches for its parents bosom. Reaching like a plant growing in the jungle, yearning for an ounce of precious sunlight.
This night, he didn't reach. He didn't wonder what lied in that endless darkness. Comfort had touched him. Bled into his arms, a long lost exhilaration. There it was cradled in that moment. Caressing, surrounding, like the swaying of leaves in a mid-summer breeze.
He held tight to that moment. That timeless moment, forever a part of him. If only nurtured... what could that smallest of saplings be?
Dark and chill turn to warmth and light. Like Dawn's first light. Warming, heating, the fire rages on. Burning, Burning, scorching all in its flaming circle.
The once emptiness, now filled with... filled with a brightness. Surging in the darkness, growing, expanding, shining.
Waking, he reached into the night...
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