Coreien

Mother: “Mother, must we stay in this place forever? It is terribly dark:” “No, child. Do you wish to see what is about you?” “Please mother, for the dark is ever so cold.” From the fingertips of the goddess came a small flame, the size of a candle. It illuminated the face of a beautiful woman, and a small boy clinging close to her legs. The small boy looked up at the brilliant flame in awe, for he was seeing light for the very first time. “Child, this is light, and this is also life. It will be your guide through the darkness.” “But mother, the fire looks so frail and weak compared