02:59 Apr 29 2014
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A single man enters a single darkened room, lit by only one single candle.
"Where am I?" he asks out loud to himself. "How did I get here?"
Looking around, a black void envelopes him completely. He can see nothing but the absence of color, other then the single candle seen from across the room. It sit's on a small wooden table, with a round top, and four wooden legs.
Slowly he crawls towards the flickering light...the closer he comes, the heavier he breaths, the more the flame bounces around.
'Oh no,' he thinks,'the light is dying out.'
He doesn't know why, but for some reason he knows that he can't let the flame burn out. He must not or else....
Closer he comes to the flickering candle, perched on an old wooden table. Slowly, he drags himself closer, being his legs some how don't seem to work. Normally this would be something he'd contimplate but at this point in time it just seems normal.
Closer still he and gets, and as he nears the lite candle, from a distance, he can see another man across the room.
The pale, thin man crawls towards him..toward the light..and speaks softly..
"Don't let the light burn out. Don't ever let it burn out."
"Why not," the first man asks, seeing the other more clear from the other side of the candle.
"Because, If we let it burn out once, we may never get it to burn with such brightness again."
The first man thinks about what the other pale man said...'never get it to burn as bright..but, it never burnt that bright to begin with..how can he be so dubious about such a thing?'
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