She walked in darkness. She felt movements in the shadows, she heard voices in the dark. Hateful voices. Her fear made them stronger.
She saw a light. Far, far away, she could see brightness. She started walking faster. Hands were grabbing her in the dark, tentacles holding her back. Old fears. Hate. Evil. But she kept walking. Running. She needed to know.
The closer she came, the more she realized how far away the light was. But she could see. There were colours. There was beauty.
Something lay on the path. An artefact. Or a creature. Or both. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
The voices became silent. The darkness disappeared. The source of light was still far away, but the path was easier now. She was no longer alone.
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She is Reason. The light that makes her see is knowledge. Tolerance is her most beloved treasure.
http://www.iep.utm.edu/tolerati/
Fictionspawn 
She’s forever locked in a cage in this day and age.
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Especially her little treasure. She needs more light 🙂
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Always a good read. ☺
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Thank you 🙂
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You are Welcome ☺
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And I’m assuming the darkness is ignorance?
Very enthralling read 😄
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Exactly! In the darkness one cannot see… Not even Reason 😀
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What starts out as a horror story when one reads turns out to be an allegory in the end.
Awesome.
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Thanks a lot, Dracul 🙂
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That was rockin. Read it twice. So many things. LOVE. Cheers!!! 🙂
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Thanks a lot! Makes it worth while 🙂
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Indeed knowledge is light and tolerance a treasure.. great piece..
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Thanks a lot!
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Oh darn. I was hoping for something “H.P. Lovecraft.” like.
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Nope, not in this one 😀
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