The Light

It was to my gullible astonishment, that I discovered, in the furthermost quiet of the precinct, a vague, lingering apparition. At length I discovered that it was merely the fluid albeit unsaturated projection of the sun rays, into a proximity of disconsolate darkness. Chuckling, at this casual preciousness of my conclusions I covered the curtains to impenetrable closure, half from a lingering fear, and half from a childish curiosity. As I surmised, there was truly nothing, not from the floor boards, nor the walls. It was then that I paced to this portion of the chamber, still fascinated by the phantasmagoric appeal of dreary disconsolation and diacritical contrast. The empty room echoed my strides, so that its pulse resounded, as an orator's cadence would in a quiet hall. As I progressed, I realized suddenly that, the curtain had opened, and the light now poured more visibly, with immutable torrents of illumination. I had not opened it, but here the light spoke, with an augmenting evolution

"Do not leave, please stay, I have no one, and I have nothing. I am neither lore nor fabric, and yet my sentience has not passed. Help me sir!"