[ WP ] Holding your breath , you tap the softly glowing light . At your touch , it flashes , and the darkness begins to disappear .

The tunnel had been a seemingly never ending stride through the pitch black darkness. Until I came upon the Light that is. It gave off a soft glow that radiated with warmth and was only about the size of a tennis ball. It floated before me, illuminating the smooth rock that was all around me. Inspecting the walls, i saw many carvings etched into its surface. The rock face was covered in carvings of names and initials. Of stick figure families, hand-in-hand. Some of the carvings look like tally marks, taking up whole sections of the wall. There was even a bloody hand print in one spot, the last message of someone that had lost hope in the blackness. 
 
 Turning my attention back to the Light, I find it hard to look at. It feels like staring into the sun after being in the dark for so long. I reach out to the light that was just in from of me, but the further I reached, the further it seemed to pull away and yet seemed to stay in place. Despairing, I followed the Light as it moved away starting at a walk and changing to a run. Desperate I was to feel its warmth, to remain in its glow. My outstretched hand felt hot and looked like it could be closer to the orb. I ran faster. I had to catch it. I had to feel it in my hand. On my skin. It was my only hope of surviving this place. 
 
 I ran. On and on, I ran. The tunnel never turned, it never shifted except for the carvings. Hundreds and thousands of carvings passed as I chased the Light, never stopping to inspect them. Until at last, the tip of my finger felt the surface of the light. The Light exploded forcing my hands to my eyes to block out the brightness. The darkness around me melted away in an instant and I felt warm. For once, I truly felt alive. 
 
 I opened my eyes slowly. Light was everywhere. The tunnel I had been trapped in was no more, and instead I stood on a sea of clouds. I great gate of gold and marble stood before me. A man in an all white toga held together by a golden clasp with the image of lightning bolt engraved on it stood beside one of its pillars. In his hands, he held a clipboard and on his face, was a pleasant smile. 
 
 `` Welcome,'' he said, `` to Elysium.''
