Hell. Fire and brimstone. Smoke, ravaging sweet oxygen, clouding eyes, suffocating lungs. And there you stand in the middle of it all. Eyes ablaze, a grin that could drop a king to his knees. There’s something else in you: A liveliness I’ve never seen before.
All at once there is dark. Then, light. And you, a shimmering ethereal figure: A pinpoint, billowing out to encompass all. Blinding. Magnificent. Rebirth is the only word I have for it. I stare, because what else is there to do?