The Light In Your Jam (Is One I Can't Live Without)

The light was bright and beautiful, one that had sovereign the seas, braved the sky, and sculpted a land from the bellows of earthen fire.

The light was burning and accusatory as it ran rapid across long slumbered lands, governed by the happiness that should have never been created in such a twisted way. It lit ivory white wings with its clarity, waking the creature from its slumber of ignorance and sloth.

The light was a glimmer of peace between the forest as it leaped from tree to tree, carrying the winds melody of long won wars and the becoming of the future. The light was gentle as it nestled deep in the lungs where the wind breathed most, easing away pain.

The light was comforting many normal cookies who believed that it would always be better. Especially for one who would protect them from the creatures beneath, the one who had no choice but to believe, as they were once lost in the dark.

The light was the only part of a cookie who could no longer carry it in their dough. They could no longer cradle it close as it began to die out, like they too would sooner or later.

"Who are you truly?" the light once asked.

"The beginning of change." they responded