The light spots continued to climb up, past the knees, to the thighs, and to the waist and abdomen. The wounds on his body - the dull pain in his ribs, the crack at the corner of his mouth, the abrasion on his forehead - wherever there were injuries, light gathered. Those pale white light spots penetrated into the skin, like the finest needles suturing. They didn't hurt, but gave them an indescribable sense of comfort.
He looked down at the water, and his reflection was wrapped in white light, hazy, like a glowing cocoon.
"This is..." He stretched out his hand and touched the light on his chest.
My fingers passed through the ball of light, which felt cool. The light spots climbed up along the fingertips, all the way to his shoulders and neck, and penetrated into his body.
At that moment, he "saw" it.
