A Night of Ephemeral Transcendence: Difference between revisions

It started like any other night.  The many lights obscured the evening sky.  Yet in spite of its seemingly piercing brightness, the internal darkness persisted.  And it was not for lack of trying to overcome this.  Yet for every effort to move forward, I seem to be pushed back even more.

My night wandering took me beyond the city limits to where the illuminated buildings and lampposts transformed into a silhouetted arboretum.  Whatever moonlight present provided somewhat of a guide.  However, the internal thoughts veered from introspective questioning to lingering echoes of painful words.  Soon the thought train got more abstract to comprehend yet remained complementary to the cold wilderness.

But just when it reached a feverish peak, a powerfully luminescent apparition appeared before me.  The darkness, both internal and external, dissipated at the presence of a beautiful woman.  With great majesty and elegant grace, she declared herself to be the Lady of the Moonlight.  I was humbled and honoured that out of all souls wandering on the earth, she could see what I was carrying within.  Furthermore, she invited me to enter her celestial realm and from there, it was to be ...