There is always hope amidst all the darkness of despair; souls - tainted with guilt, heavy with memories and broken with sadness - strain against their chains, crave it every instant in their eternal torment; they know it's as real as all that binds them to their fate, they believe in its redemption and see it fluttering brightly with glimpses of salvation on its wings. They hang on to the promise of light, breathe it in and shroud their hearts in its golden-silvery, burning strands. It hurts with purity, but it's nothing to their already charred lungs; hope alone is soothing salve to all their wounds and they've waited and wanted for so long. The dark isn't all consuming anymore, as an end to eternity seems possible. Time means nothing.