I awoke in the dark. A mine shaft or a dried well, or some mysterious place impervious to the scourge of time and reason and light. My mind was electric as it met my body. One strand of strange magic, a noise in the dark, a crackle in a forbidden forest, and I came alive. Sparked from inky nothingness, I appeared with no answers to set the pain of being at bay. Born dumb, and deluded, and even damned by my flesh and blood, I was forced. Shoved violently into space and time like an unwilling chick shaken from a nest of nonexistence. Now forever or for a moment I would be.
I watched trees move about me, noisy as they danced and sang, feeding me, and laying me down to rest in comforting shadows. They held me as I screamed to understand the pain, and the beauty. There was no compartment in my mind to hold what I felt, the fire of being alive, the pain of being finite, and the fear of that which waited in the dark.
They poured words into me, words that only compared in slight reflection to what I knew. Speech tied itself to my tongue but even still it could not express the darkness, the still, the silence I feared. I was told of things that lived only in imagination, a far away place, outside the hedge of flowers that held me tight. Their branches loosened and I was freed to roam beyond the garden walls.
I touched the sky with my mind, and dredged the depths with sticky thought. I would creep close to the demarkation between the here and the beyond. I heard noises like sighs echoing from the shadowed lands. What waited beyond the sunbeam’s reach?
Whether at monster or majesty I whispered into the darkness. Standing on the line that divided day from night. How could I step past this mortal cocoon? I had come from nothingness, why was I afraid to return to my homeland? Yet the black beyond frighten me.
I beckoned to the wilderness of shadows that stretched before my eyes. I pleaded to the black beyond the edge of day. “Let me come to you, whether you be ghoul or god, let me come.”
No, none of those things.
Billowing silky from the dark, like tropic wind over a briny sea. I was afraid. My flesh shook uncontrollable in the warm blast. The air was a candle to the wax of my eyes. Flowing down my cheeks, either tears or melted flesh. The breath abated, the storm stilled, and yet the wind had whispered something.
I could see.
They that had seemed as shadows. I had perceived them as endless darkness and ink of night. Invisible to my sight before. I had been blinded, not from their darkness, but by their impossible light. Like gazing upon the fire of a trillion stars, I stared at what once had seemed blackness. The places of shadow and mystery were so brightly bathed in celestial illumination they had once scorched my mortal eyes. So severely had been the burns that I had never seen them as anything but dark. What I had thought darkness was truly brilliance far beyond my previous ability to comprehend. Now my malignant mortal senses were melted away.
I could see.
And I met you.