Storm clouds obliterate the beautiful setting sun. Lightning lights up the dark, desolate field, revealing a solitary figure.
Someone troubled. Someone confused. Someone alone.
He turns in circles looking for some escape from the darkness. Lightning streams down from the sky like rain. He reaches out for a bolt, touching the warm light just as it fades away. Suddenly, a neighboring field is illuminated by a shower of bolts. A familiar figure stands in the middle.
Troubled. Confused. Alone.
The first figure slowly takes a step in the darkness towards the first field. Thunder vibrates in his chest. A break in the clouds reveals a glimpse of sunlight. He takes another step. And another. His steps turn into a jog, his jog into a run, his run into an all out sprint towards the other field. He uses the lightning bolts to catapult himself towards his friend. The other figure does the same as more and more brilliant strikes of lighting rain from the black sky. At last they reach each other with one last blinding flash of light and all goes dark.
They open their eyes for the first time.
A beautiful sunrise illuminates their vision. Delicate pinks and purples splash across the wispy clouds in the pale blue sky. They were surrounded by a golden meadow bursting with life and joy.
Their eyes meet and they smile.
They had braved the storm.
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