Guiding Light
Darkness surrounds his whole, consumes his being.
No sound, sight, smell, taste, nor even touch can be perceived.
The World is Nothing.
Weeks, days, hours, minutes later, his eyes register something; a faint glow.
If he hadn't been so desperately searching, he would have missed it.
He latches on to it, drinking it in.
Slowly, the light grows. Other lights begin to appear.
A mercy to his endless night.
Lighting his path. Guiding him home.