I sit in the darkness, a black void without light. I raise my hands and I see nothing. They slowly touch the floor I sit on and I begin to crawl until my head hits a wall. I knock on the wall; no sound is made. There’s something behind me, “Leave me be!” I yell. I know it wants me to turn around, I will not, I will not. My fingers feel the smooth wall and I run them across until I hit a corner where this wall meets another. It took ten seconds. I do the same to this wall. Eight seconds. I realized what is happening: this room, this impossible room is shrinking around me. I run my hands across the next wall. Five seconds. I begin to sweat nervously, and begin clawing at the walls and the floor, screaming for someone for help, “Don’t leave me please! Someone, save me!” All the while that thing still stands behind me. No, I cannot turn to it, I cannot. My fingernails begin to chip from my scratching, so I start hitting the walls as they draw close. I feel it closing in on me; my breath is getting thinner; my cries for help become laughter. I laugh uncontrollably and I take one last breath…

I fall backwards and my eyes gaze upon what was behind me. A figure made of pure light. It extends its hand towards me and I see the world around it: an illumination unbounded by the darkness. Tears flow from my eyes as I reach out. Crawling towards it, I feel its warmth. It was always there, waiting. Hope was always there.