Through the seemingly endless passage she walked; groping its walls in the pitch darkness. The sound of her feet shuffling along the ground echoed in the distance. She squinted, trying hard to find a beam of light. She wondered if it was still day. Starved, she collapsed in a heap; fast losing all hope. She felt the damp ground around her, as though searching for some clues. How did she manage to get herself into this mess? The lump in her throat made her feel sick. She couldn't bear the silence. She let out a faint whimper and a tear forced its way out of a tired eye. Slowly and steadily, it made its way down her muddy cheek. Feebly, she lifted her hand to flick it away. And just as it touched the ground, it gleamed. It shone a marvelous blue. A blue more beautiful than she had ever beheld. Taken aback by the light, she stood up as quickly as her feet would let her. But then, the light began to fade. "Stay", she whispered in an almost inaudible voice, "please". But its glow was dying. She knelt down beside it and reached out to it. It started to roll toward her hand. She lay out her palm on the ground, wondering if it would roll into it. It stopped at her fingers. The small tear rose out of its globular form. It rose and stepped into her palm. It was stinging cold. It gleamed again; now, even more vibrantly. As she stood up, gazing at this wonder in her palm, she felt happy. A feeling she had long forgotten. She wasn't alone anymore.