Trapped Souls - Promise

Black is the absence of light, he recalled from some long-ago physics lesson when he was a boy of nine or ten. But if there was no light, no color, what was that he could see? Shades of violet and burgundy and silver, just barely perceptible in the darkness, like a curtain of the deepest velvet, catching colors reflected from the room beyond.

The colors became brighter, more pronounced, even as the darkness began to fade to something that was not yet light, and familiar.

( On the precipice )