In the heart of the courtyard, I stand wide eyed and mystified. 

Shielded by crystal skies; the lingering sunbeams slanting through.

I look around—hypnotised—dark lines ricocheting around. 

“Follow the lines.” the whisperer uttered. 

I trace the stream, startled, stumbled upon the revelation of the plot: 

The darkest the shadow, the brightest the light.