Aureole
Black was the drowning deep between the stars. Black the empty world beyond death, black the horizon over the Sea of Nothingness.
A mere particle of dust, a fleck of light in the cold night sky, he fell toward the black, caught in the gravity well of the infinite dark. He reached--reached--heedless of his own brilliance holding back the night--and ever, ever the Dark slipped through his clawed hands.
A luminant moth outshining the flame, he dances still with the black, begging to be burned.
