I hear a sound. A creak. I look around, but I've been surrounded by darkness for so long that I wouldn't be surprised if I had gone blind.
And then I see it.

Light

Firstly, I'm amazed that I can see it.
Secondly, I'm struck by its presence.
Light? How? Where from?

"Who's there?"
‎No voice

A part of me wants to go toward the light. It's beautiful. It's radiant. It feels like freedom. But I don't seem to be able to. I can walk around it, but my body refuses when I try take a step toward it. The physical prison I've been in has formed within my mind, and I come to the grave realisation.

*I'll never be free