An Epilogue

[Quatral]

   
There is...
      
A glimmering light at the end of the corridor, so faint it's almost pitch as the night itself.
      
The voice is soft, warm even, it's almost like his voice....
         
I follow the light, yet no matter how close I get, it feels as if I'll never arrive.
      
Only after a while, I feel an arm on my shoulder and the same voice... it's much closer now.
    
Warm, soft, and gentle.
    
It's him.
  

But then I wake up.
    
I lay and wonder a while, if it was worthwhile, following a voice I have never known..
    
To a light which I might never reach?
    
I wonder this and question the worthiness of my cause.
    
But then... the voice, it's with me.
    
It coaxes me on and encourages with each step.
    
I know then...
     
I will find what I am looking for.
    
I will find him.