Two Shadows and a Light

I've been having an odd dream lately. I can't exactly explain it in normal words. However I wrote this down -

It takes place, in a house so bland; in fact it was simply a monochrome blob.

A family is inside. It was a father, a mother, and an infant in their arms so small. The parents, like shadows, the child, like a light. Why were they like this, you ask? Alas, I'm not sure.

You know, it wasn't all bad, the sights I saw, through this looking glass.

That is, until the child is set in its crib to rest.

This happy scene takes a turn for the worst as the infant, wakes to see flames roaring so high. A horrible sound in the air, screams of sorrow, and of loss.

The fire subsides and the home is gone. All that is left is a tall pile of ash. The parents are gone, nowhere to be seen. But a figure of light steps up to the remains.

The glow bends down, reaches into the pile of ash. Picking up something small.

A ball of light oh so dim, but was there nonetheless.

In the arms of the figure of light.

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Credited to Koggeh

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