The beam of light, Illuminates part of the room, Throwing the rest in shadow. The chamber emanates, Calm and serenity. The chill in the air, Makes the sun, Seem devoid of heat. In the center stands a man, Young and restless, Wondering why everything, Changes so quickly. All that was taken, Can never be given back. The shadows fall, Across his face, Hiding the pained expression. His features reveal. Once recognized, Now alien and strange. Memories surface, Filling the room, One last time. Then returned anew, Faded and empty, With the cold, Emotionless sun and shadows.