The light we seek won't signify the end, but what he holds in his hands is the true force—one that has the power to rule or to destroy. This light...

“Swing alone” held by the strings of memories from those you’ve met along your journey. Strengthen those strings with unforgettable moments, but as the weight of experiences grows, some begin to break. New ones are woven—filled with fresh memories—making the swing feel stronger, though never as stable as it seems under the weight we carry. Yet all those strings might one day propel you into the air.

The light won’t be the end the we are searching for, It’s the place where we came from. The end is in his hands shining like it has the powers to rule and destroy.