He ran in the darkness of the night with no clear idea of where he was going. The only light to guide him was the pale light of the full moon, but he ignored it.
His breathing was ragged and his heart constricted. He tripped on a fallen tree and fell face first into the darkness of the leaves and dirt on the ground. The light was extinguished and only darkness could be seen.
He choked and gagged on the darkness. The weight held him down. The more he tried to see the light, the more the darkness persisted, until it swallowed him whole. He was suffocating. There was no escape.
Suddenly, a void he didn’t know he had was filled with something that had been with him since the beginning of time, but only just found. A sense of fulfillment and wonder filled the darkness.
Like a match that was struck on the box, the world became visible in its light. The darkness was still there, but the light blocked it out.
He finally had the strength to push against the weight of the darkness. He tried, pushed, and fell down. Still he persisted and the light showed him the way.
At last his head rose above the darkness that had consumed him. The glow of the moon was there once again, and for the first time he saw what it really was. He continued on his way through the dark forest.
He knew he would stumble and trip once again, and many times after. Only now he had the moon to guide him. She was leading him to her, and to her light. She lit the path to her, and the path inside him.