Dear World,

Sometimes a light needs to be dim. Light enough to show the path to the feet sweeping over the many terrains of the souls and realms. Dim enough to get no attention for the wrong attention or too much would undo the work of the Angels that follow.
Light enough to enlighten the eyes that watch as we wisper His words to heal the bleeding wounds.

They're not monsters. Nor was the traveler. They just needed a deliverer to breathe in a new breath...