I see a figure at the end, waiting for me, stretching out his hand.
Somehow I try to run, but there's a rock. A small rock and I can't see it, because it is dark. I don't know how can I manage to get through this darkness.
I wish there is a lamp here somewhere. No. I wish for only a small candle, just enough for me to watch my own steps. I can walk slowly, as long as I can get through this darkness and my only wish is to reach to the light, and grabbing the hand outstretched, waiting for me.