We are walking into the unknown, into the obscure. Do we dare finding out what is waiting in the light? Isn’t the dark more comfortable.
Ascending the stairs, the light guiding us into the future comes closer. We turn around and look down – into the pitch-black past.
What if nothing is waiting for us? What if everything is waiting for us?
As I reach out my hand to touch yours, to entwine our fingers, I become aware that you are the only one I want to walk with – into the unknown.