Darkness had always lurked at its horizon.  It had never been a home for any of its descendants,  even though they had been brought up by its putrid roots. Even though it reeked of loneliness and inhibition, light had faith in its inherent benevolence and so it spread its wings over its skies, fueling it with warmth. There are many stories about it, many whispers and at times it plays the main character in a fable that serves to haunt the derailed actions of children in the neighbourhood. But I once saw its beauty, unexpectedly, it revealed it through a pain so distinct, a longing so ubiquitous; a cry to be loved by its spawns, a call to be accepted by its counterparts, a need to be true to itself.


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