As he walked far and in the most divine of paths crossing old path of his wretchedness, his hands were batteries of the light. He touched all he seen as hopeful in the shadow's kiss, and saw blinded men in situations of circuit made destinations, he blessed them as best he could, hoping their hope would make his hope enough to set them free from their endless infinities. He, truer in every way, yet for many the divinity only went so fa he believed he had done something incorrect, without fret he devoutly continued. Finding a man who caught attention quickly, stumbling upon th man was a surprise to this anointed one, king of all kings before him, and of all who would be in front of his sight. Yet this simple man was a blinding beacon illuminating in his fright, unlike the rest who devoured the light blindly, simply craving it and hoarding it away with greed, making them darker still, he shown as if giving all his to be seen, giving them their fil He saw him more beautifly, for his being was not shrouded, this light glorified every angle and flaw of him, making him a detail i himself. The anointed watched the man, wondering of his choice to shine. After time, he noticed many things about him, variables set him apart from other men and swine, he had witnessed, his head was the brightest of himself. He noticed that he did not travel in circles, he moved in a shape resembling a three dimensional polygon, a sight for promise to help, many directions he went, and it reflected on his life, it wasn't of endless points in the same direction as the others, it was few points in many accumulated advances past his brother directions in directions. He saw that this man shining his light was actually lighting his own path in selection, yet he was still blind, knowing of feeling

his path, but the scope of which he could not see o his focus quite random.

He noticed though that this light came from his heart,  the heart itself was black and draining itself to its last reserves produce this light. The anointed was shocked, the man was killing himself for this fight, yet couldn't even see it He continued to observe, seeing his directions ahead of people like a swerve, more than most. He saw him do acts in other's favor, like a host, he saw him touch his fellow blinded ones the most and his warmth was what they craved, but the man knew not of this light willingly, his bliss, that which others no longer only kept that last obtained amount, as if it were all they ever wanted yet that was what he did materialize and was being robbed of. Oblivious to it, he saw him do much for one he especially felt for, and once he noticed they loved him back, in small and in brief momentshe felt love like a thunders clack, yet something amazing happened to this man when such occurred, Inside the source of his light, like a blur, a bright change would spark forth, as if recharging his old battered heart But it was only enough to keep him going, and with obliviousness to it he wouldn't know it was saving him from molding and the anointed saw how his loop although not circular, ran on similar traits. His was a doomed fate, willingly dying so others could feed on his wake, his light, even though unseen it was still the most sought after thing. His life would end giving his last breathing gasp to another, he felt sad for this man, almost as a mother, but could not pity him it wouldn't get past the smoulder, so he decided he would bless this man in a way he had never done. He revealed himself to the man, in full spectrum of his awing throne, almost blotting out the mans own light entirely out of sight. The man for this moment, bathed in such light, could see the anointed, could feel his might, he panicked to the sudden appearance of such glory, giving the anointed only enough time to do his task, he reached out his hands spilling of the light. He placed them over the mans life, light of all color pouring into his black vacuum of a sight, filling it past boundaries, the light was so much the man began burning from it. Crying in agony, the anointed only ignored his shouted pleas, only saying one thing. 

In a monotone voice that yet pierced the mans soul, the winged one told him, "Of your life broken by your own kindness unknown by all, I give you a heart made of pure gold. Containing light more powerful than what you've own, it will infinitely burn the light you create. Glowing it to a white warmth to blanket the ones you so generously die for. Your heart will now be your own and its light will be protected by it has shown, all will have sight of it, and your loving contribution of your light you so willingly bleed out for them will be gifted back to you as love. All who know of you will love you and your heart. You're graciousness has granted you an eternal illumination to these of mankind far apart." And as the man heard this it was already over, his light so hot it burned the very sky he lay in as clovers, still freshly smelted from the anointed light. He felt himself alive unlike he ever had no longer needing others leftover lover to sustain his sand. He set out on his way, shining even larger for his day, and the anointed, knowing he couldnt free the man of his blindness, took praise in knowing he could at least give the man a way to keep being in sway, without having to die for it. Knowing this in itself would accomplish his hope, for even though his direct light couldn't open their eyes, giving this man who loved so devoutly a better surprise to give would be the seed. In which time would grow into the need of a visionary mankind of which all were anointed as he in his eyes, knowing that through this mans golden heart, the roots would find shelter and nurture so far, he smiled, slowly leaving the mans location. Knowing his job was done, knowing he would one day see the man change the sun, simply by doing what he did best, loving with everything he had, without condition and without regret.