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Something about it that made her want to keep it to herself. "Et lux in tenebris lucet." "What?" "It means, 'and light shines in darkness'." The male who had spoken was now in front of her. As custom for the night, he was wearing a mask just like they all were, and yet, through the light she could see the fire in his eyes. It made a rumble start in her stomach. "Is that a new pick up line?" He grinned as he reached her. "I just thought you'd appreciate the arts like I do." In his hands were two wine glasses. "I saw you around, and I must say —"

Watched darkness surrender to brightness. “Light is just the absence of darkness. Just a reprieve before night returns. Just an illusion that existence is better when really existence just cycles between dark and light forever.” Doubt’s voice was dismissive. “This does not prove anything. This does not convince me. This is just a natural process. Just physics. Just reality being reality.”

But deep down, a seed of doubt had already been planted, its roots digging deep into the fertile soil of my mind. With a heavy sigh, I pushed aside my doubts, focusing instead on the warmth of Caleb's hand in mine and the reassuring thud of his heartbeat against my chest. For now, that was enough. Together, we navigated the darkness, our footsteps echoing softly against the cold, hard floor. With each step, the darkness seemed to recede, replaced by a faint glimmer of light in the distance. As we drew closer, the source of the light became apparent—a small doorway, barely visible amidst the darkness. With Caleb leading the way, we stepped through the doorway and into the unknown.

Because as soon as the dots connected in his mind, everything turned black. As black as the void. The void. It’s haunting. Wandering in absolute nothingness for what feels like forever. Basking on nothing but only the splendid crepuscule of oblivion as the eyes of the aphotic space leers deep into the prey that is the soul. The stygian vacuum stares. Then suddenly, brightness. Out of nothing. Like an omnidirectional lightning bolt, a warm calming light calling from a distance appears. Its glow fervent and passionate as if it's alive.

I sigh. He gives me a wide smile, one that makes my heart beat faster. "Whoever said darkness is evil did not have the depth of mind to cross the line and go beyond his own limitations. Darkness is much more than a behavioral tendency, it is a world trapped inside a universe itself; where humanity and any other race chooses to hide its most decadent thoughts, needs, and desires... Darkness is only a different way of experiencing things, it is a new veil that can be used to wake up other senses... It is in you, in me, in all of us..."

"Take my hand and free yourself from this torture the darkness has imposed on you. Only you have the power to bring it to light." Charles stood immobile for a moment, contemplating my words. Slowly, he reached out and grasped my hand, his grip firm and determined. "Life has been so dark for so long," he began, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination. "But maybe, just maybe, with your help, I can find my way back to the light." I nodded my head as a light emerged from my body, casting a warm glow towards Charles. The darkness seemed to retreat, inch by inch, as the light enveloped him. Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope returning to his weary soul.

But faith is an ephemeral quality. It is a candle lit in a storm of untrammelled air, waiting to be extinguished the moment there is darkness within. She slept better that night than she had in months. No darkness quiet. No sudden heat flash, no clatter of high heels thrumming in her bones. Only quiet. Terrible, holy quiet. And when she awoke, the sun was already bright in the windows, warm and gentle. Her body was leaden, but not with fear—simply with being human.

Prologue When I was a child, I enjoyed listening to my mother's stories. Portraying the never-ending struggle between darkness and light. I would always look forward to her stories, which would be very entertaining. She always told me darkness represents malevolence, while light represents positivity and virtue. Her belief was that the power of light was the sole means by which darkness could be defeated. The resounding message she would consistently convey in her stories is that light will perpetually prevail over the darkness.

It reminds me of her superiority over others. Hanaele moved her back to watch me listening to her. "When there is darkness, it is hard for a man to strike his way towards his goal. He feels hopeless, knowing that he is getting blind by the path he is currently striking. But when he looks above him, he will see tiny lights, tiny hopes, which makes him feel free behind those celled dreams." I raised my shoulders a bit to show the depth of my understanding. "Well, why will he proceed though when it's still dark? He can run back home or wait for sunrise."

“Take everything that you can, remember the image and every detail of it, and do make sure that your mind will not blow. Good Luck, Pauleen.” To the loud thud of the door that shuts close, she stood for a moment into that dark room, as a crimson light slowly engulf her, lifted her up, and made her presence known inside. With the whispering from a distance where she could not make a single sense out of it, as it is too much for a murmuring rather a clear word, and the small light that suddenly pops from way beyond, but in front of her. Torches of light with a golden flame started to ignite, leading a path for her in that darkness, added by the word.