I once saw the world as you did, Mr. Boye. I sought the smiles. I ran frantically towards hope. I reveled in the intimacy of true joy. But the world saw fit to punish me. You could say, my sunshine was blocked by the darkness this world manifested. I tried to fight its pull, but it called to me, summoning me to answer its plea. I found myself unable to resist.
You see, in this world, there are those who thrive in the light. They bask in the warmth of the sun, soaking up its rays, feeling invincible under its golden glow. These are the ones who smile easily, who walk with a spring in their step, who believe that everything will always be alright as long as the sun is shining.
But then, there are those like me, whose eyes are truly open. Those who were reborn in the shadows, who have embraced the darkness, who find strength not in the blinding light of day, but in the cold, unyielding embrace of night. We are the ones who rise when the sun sets, who find clarity in the blackness, who are not afraid to confront the demons lurking within and around us.
Sunshine. It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? It promises hope, renewal, a fresh start. It makes you feel alive, makes you believe in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. But what happens when the clouds roll in, when the storm breaks, when the light is swallowed up by the encroaching black?
When the darkness falls, the weak cower, they tremble in fear, they pray for the dawn. But the strong? The strong find power in the pitch black. We thrive in the shadows, we become one with the night. We don’t need the sun to guide us, because we have something much more potent: purpose and vengeance.
You see, Mr. Boye, the darkness isn’t something to be feared. It’s a crucible, a forge, a place where true warriors are created. In the absence of light, we learn to rely on our instincts, our will, our unbreakable spirit. We become sharp, focused, relentless. While others, like you, are blinded by the glare of the sun, we see with perfect clarity, every challenge, every obstacle, every enemy laid bare before us. I am now a child of the night, thanks to Brother Midnight, finding the true clarity I so desperately sought.
So go ahead, bask in your sunshine. Enjoy its fleeting warmth, bask in its temporary comfort. But remember this: when night falls, and it always does, that’s when the real battle begins. The truth is, you’re already dead, you just don’t know it yet. Mr. Boye, darkness is eternal. And in that endless night, I will rise, unstoppable, unyielding, the embodiment of everything you fear and everything you strive to overcome.
Will you remain a creature of the light, reliant on its fickle favor? Or will you embrace the darkness, as I have, and discover the untapped power within? The choice is yours. But remember, in the end, darkness is forever. Quote the Raven, nevermore.