Open your eyes, my son

Words, sounds, feelings. Now smells, still in darkness. Darkness… this… this… absence… emptiness. My eyes? What are they? Do they exist? Existence… I must exist. I… if I exist and I have eyes… my eyes must exist… who am I?

Where is this voice? Where am I? What is this place… full of darkness… wait… my eyes! There is something behind them! Something else there! Who? What? How!? I open my eyes, not knowing how I did so, and saw! Oh what I saw!

Brilliant light washes over me. Covers me from head to toe. A sudden burst of feeling erupts from around me, satisfaction? Pride? Love?

Well done, Luc. Welcome.

Luc? Who is Luc? No one else seems to be here… Luc is me!

What am I? I look, with these eyes, and find my hands. Wonderful things! Delicate, soft, warm. Perfect… I can't see much else… it doesn't matter. I exist; I live, wrapped in light.

"Thank you." I whisper silently, feeling tear slip from my eyes, "Thank you."

Come.

I went.