Why was darkness black?
Why does light illuminate with its radiance?
Why does pain hurt, and why does a kill bring about a warm, fuzzy feeling?
Why do humans celebrate life?
Why do they fear death?
All these questions were tied down with with a single, overarching answer;
That was just how things were.
Light illuminates because it is light. It reveals things that are hidden, soothing our fears and minds.
Darkness hides things, embracing them in its cold bossom, unable to be seen by us. So it is fearsome and terrible.
The reason for this, was just that.
It was the way things were.
In this universe, there was light.
And there was darkness.
As he lay in the rubble, Cain quietly pondered these things.
He was numb all over, and a terrible chill was slowly creeping through his body.
'Ah, yes... This feeling. It's a bit nostalgic.'
Indeed it was.
And thatw as because he was dying again.
His vision drifted, even as it was blurry.
