Salvation’s Mirage
The Little Light pushed past each layer of tree only to find another of their burned and crumbling family to wait on the other side. It felt endless. Yet that feeling still dragged him on, tugging at his chest like a hand gripped around his soul squeezing tighter if he aligned himself away from his path. I’ve born witness to this many times over. The fallen homeless souls to be whisked away into anew, holding form in that which scarred this forest so. Even now this flame that seemed so special now knew he was not as a clearing open before him. Little Lights scattered and gathered around the edge of what seemed to pull them all here. A blue hue, just like theirs, welcomed them but did not speak as it shined from below ice. Truly ice, no snow covered the lake as the light produced a warmth that even our Little Light could feel from the edge.
His eyes glanced around the lake. Finding little apart from the grey of dying trees that held difference from the falling snow, and those other lights. Their blue matching that which illuminated the lake’s massive area. He couldn’t see the others from here but they were all spaced apart. He looked ahead, his path still pulling at his chest to glide onto the lake’s surface. That feeling was coming from the middle but… his flame would melt the ice. He tested his weight with the edge of his body. The cold he felt was nothing like before. This wasn’t like the snow he fought through to get here, it was freezing to the touch. Feeling like his body would harden and shatter if he stayed on it for too long. Even still he couldn’t turn away. His destination, his purpose was just ahead. He had to keep going.
The Little Light took a moment to prepare himself, looks like he’s planning on actually crossing to the middle of the frozen lake.















