But the color of the light was not blue enough.

I cannot find the way into the heart of the light.

In the center of the light was something like a man.

Down here was no place for a child of the light.

And his heart had never been quite so full of light.

I know who goes where and when during almost all the hours of light.

He would never find himself back in the world of light.

However, from above came the beginning of light once more.

A moment later she saw the two points of light.

At last he came out into an area of light.