Prompt word: Beam
When a soul is conceived, it starts out as a small beam of light. Bright, warm, pure, happy. It incubates in the womb and grows brighter and brighter until it is ready to come out and greet the world. However, the moment it touches the harsh air on earth, the dark races towards it and wraps tightly around the new life, blanketing it in new emotions and new needs and the light begins to scream and cry. It’s parents breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the cry means their light is breathing, is living~ But, in reality, It’s the day the light begins to die.
