I can see the light at the end. The tunnel is drawing to a close. With each step the darkness is fading away. The light seeps between the branches, letting itself in through the small crevices. They touch the corners of the meandering path, though the light is not entirely visible. As I near the end, the light becomes most intense. It absorbs into each nook and displays every blemish the tunnel holds. I’m in the light, and I can’t hide anymore. It’s too bright. My flaws are clear in sight.