Scarcely had I stood erect after many centuries of being bound, when then, looking up, a bright light stabbed my eyes. I was blinded; immediately thrown into darkness. So I stumbled and fell and wept. I have lain here weeping, it seems, since the beginning of time.
“Who are you,” I ask, “that lifts me up? Your hand is warm, but you are so silent.”
And answer came as though my own thoughts inside my head:
It has been but a moment since you fell. I am the light which startled you, to which you closed your eyes so tightly. They’re still shut. You’re not blind. Just open your eyes.
And fearing, trembling, but feeling that hand, firm and comforting, feeling such strength flowing from its warmth into my coldness, I opened my eyes again.
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