The morning whispered its early song. My eyes blinked the sleep away on this soft winter day, but in an instant I was startled, awakened by a sight so bright it rendered me speechless. This day would be a day of awakening for my soul and spirit, the beginning of a journey of mystery and wonderment. But as a young child, I was bewildered and frightened; nothing had prepared me for this electrifying moment.
An intense brilliance flooded my room, outshining the familiar rays of day’s first light and engulfing everything in my bedroom with its greatness. The light transformed my entire room into a magnitude of heavenly proportions. I strained to see the pictures on the wall, my dresser, my mirror, anything that belonged in my room, but it was all overshadowed by the illumination. There before me stood a figure of a man blending in with the glow; they were one, he and the glory of the light.
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