You wake up in darkness.
The Light asks you who you are.
So, who are you...?
Oh...? Hello, there.
What are you doing here, lying in this darkness?
This darkness is like a poison. Someone of your specie will die easily from it if you don't move. Why are you lying here? What's become of you? How did you end up here?
Ah, I'm asking all of these questions.
How rude of me. You may call me Light.
What are you? Who are you?
Squinting through the brightness, you respond...