The light that shines twice lasts half
Your camera immortalised smiling faces, boundless landscapes, fragments of a life in a world you have belonged to since you were eleven. The light of a flash has always been familiar to you, faithful friend in every memorable adventure. Just light.
The first light tasted like death, in the eyes of a creature that you didn't know. Your curiosity made you photograph it -eye in the camera lens- and you saved yourself. First flash.
The second light really was of another kind: green, dreadful, so different from that comfortable and familiar one made by your camera. It drove you to the end. Second flash.
The last one.