And then, like most of the time she went down that road of thought, things started lighting up. Rays filtered through the smog like tentacles – and a quite intangible hope infected the darkness with its resolution. She never knew where these urges to 'move forward' came from. Their source eluded her – but she knew they were there somewhere, just as mysterious and uncontrollable as the darkness. Treacle of light had unwittingly penetrated these dark alleyways in her thinking. Illumination came slowly, but it was undeniable.

Consequence