Why are wings so beautiful? Are they just perceived that way because they can soar to the sky where only mere humans can dream? It was so bright. Where did all this light come from? I felt overwhelmed with a white radiance. I was about to cover my eyes to shield myself, but I found that I couldn’t move. I had no idea where I was or how I had got here. Even squinting seemed impossible. I could not feel my body. I could not feel anything, but I wasn’t afraid. In fact, I felt at peace. “Remember,” echoed a voice. Was the voice somewhere nearby, or was it merely in my head? “REMEMBER,” it was definitely in my head and all around me. Remember? That’s right! I had to remember who I was, and how I got here; quickly before I faded into nothing.