The End or the Beginning?

The sunshine gleams on the windowsill, refracting through the glass and gracing everything it touches with its presence. The soft beams begin to intensify, conquering all other colors until there is nothing left but pure, blinding white. Dazedly, as if lured by a pleasant daydream, I become ensnared in its haunting glory. “Is this my salvation?” I wonder helplessly as I feel it swallow me up from the inside.