The flicker of light shines into
The darkness.
As she walks through the hall
Cold shudders sweep past her
Or thick fogs fill up the room,
Consuming even her mind.
But she travels through the long walk,
Over uneven turns
And darker patches.
The light is always there to help guide her way.
Sometimes it doesn't show her
The direct surroundings, but
It is always there to walk towards.
And so she walks, traveling towards that light.
