On the Well of Light

The well of light is mistaken by many for a pit of darkness. It only shows itself to those who come close enough to sense its brilliance. I was one of the many who was terrified of its dense presence. Unknown were its powers, and I have always feared the unknown.

Until I heard it.

One day, I heard its music, loud and clear. It called to me in a way that no other being had ever. As if its song was made only for me. I could not resist it. I had to follow the sounds that brought me closer and closer to the pit of darkness. At first I was enchanted, I did not see where I was going or who was leading me. I just kept on walking, at times almost flying.

Once I began to get closer and closer to that darkness that would consume anyone in a mere second. I felt it. The fear, like a paralyzing force, was making my body heavier and heavier. I could barely move. My mind was jumping up and down, down and up, right to left, until it was so tired that all it could do was rest.

I was facing the test.

Would I give in to that paralyzing sensation and let it eat me alive?

But the song penetrated my whole body now, soothing, calming, and unfreezing the bones that were already ice cold. It sang even stronger now, so harmonious, so beautiful. I felt the paralyzing sensation slowly leaving me, taking its claws out of my skin, already tender and rosie. As it left me, I let the song enter my being fully, and I never felt such bliss before. Stars being born, comets passing through the skies, thunderstorms, volcanos erupting, oceans covering lands, and whirlwinds. They were happening all at the same time inside of me.

Now I was flying. I was at the door between worlds. The pit of darkness had me in its palms, and if before I thought that would mean total obliteration, then I was right. I could no longer be who I was before. I couldn’t. As I let go of all that was holding me back, I felt as if someone was slowly breaking my body apart. Strings were being pulled out from inside of me. It felt like a slow, painful death.

And when I thought I couldn’t take it, when I felt I reached a point where another pull and string would mean destruction, I saw it shining before my eyes like the jewels found in Paradise. The light had me know, it always did, I just could not see it, not with those eyes.