I think ten lifetimes have passed. Ten. All in this darkness. I have felt every second of each one. Every life dragging past slower than the last. I have lost and regained my sanity countless times. I have forgotten who I am then remembered again. I have wanted to cry and scream and run away from this darkness. But no matter what, I can't. I can't do anything. I can't move. Can't make a sound. The physicality of me no longer exists, only my soul. My essence.
Just as I begin to lose hope once more, convinced that this is it for me, that I'm stuck in this purgatory forever, I see the tiniest shred of light. A glimmer of hope. More comes as I focus on it. It moves like lightning across my vision. Tingles flare through me and I realize I can feel my skin again. More light. Faster it comes un
