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A boy that walked along a path illuminated by everything in the world.
He could see everyone else that travelled beside and along the road.
As time passed each day, one person slowly grinded to a halt.
The light that illuminated them stopped at their feet just as they did.
And the boy kept travelling nonetheless, ever reaching the end.
But gradually the difference that each person made with their light fading.
They all made some impact to the illumination that the boy saw in his eyes.
It slowly affected his ability to see the road in front and gave him minute sadness.
A sadness that started to multiply moreso as each one stopped behind.
Until at last, his own light was the only one guiding him along his path.
He realised the world was darkened and that he was raised in such light.
That he couldn't see past it all, and that frightened him so.
It was barely enough for him to walk through unknown darkness.
That is, until a bright light appeared from behind and guided him hand in hand.
A gentle soul she was, and she was one that could see past the shroud.
She guided him along as much as she could but doubt was shared between them.
Eventually she stopped being able to guide him with her light.
There was another she would need to guide and the boy had to continue without.
His own light dimmed a shade lower in light of this and it made it difficult.
Difficult to walk, difficult to see, difficult to discern the world.
Another gentle soul came and lifted the boy up, floating them both above the road.
She too felt a desire to illuminate the way for the end was long and winding.
Her light strengthened his to the point that the shroud of darkness fell off.
And the world could be seen once more in such splendid view.
He could support her at times when she needed it and same for her.
Yet doubt crept between them like it did the previous time and started to weave.
Her light started to dim and her strength began to wane.
So much so she could not hold them both afloat in harmony and stopped.
She wanted him to remain but the darkness would grip them both if he did.
He had to move for fear of it consuming both without chance of redemption.
His own light almost faded away at the fact of this.
Literally blinded by his own despair and his thoughts started to drift him away.
Dim flashes showed him brief periods of guidance but still moving amongst shroud.
The third gentle soul came at a time where the darkness had its tightest grip.
She grabbed him by the body and lifted him to the skies and the heavens.
Outsides the clouded shroud of darkness and showed him the world on top.
A renewed light grew inside him and extended its glow to the world once more.
The world illuminated with such a brightness that it in turn reflected the same.
The boy never felt such light fill within and sought to hold his gentle angel.
She had given him light that would seemingly not disappear from his eyes.
He embraced her so much that the clouds that formed the skies became the road.
The gentle angelic soul felt the weight of the light and became scared of falling.
That the wings she granted the boy would not be able to hold them both aloft.
She left him amongst the road of clouds and travelled higher than he could reach.
He was left in despair once more, although in a sheath of light given by her.
But it started to lose its strength because the boy could not maintain it by himself.
He tried all that he could to stave off the shroud but the same time could not move.
For now he lives along on a path between darkness and light.
Amongst a shadow in twilight and holding this light that was granted to him.
Awaiting for a time where the darkness will not consume what little he has left.
A time where the gentle souls will be able to visit once more.
To illuminate the world again so the end can be reached, hand in hand.