At the tunnel's mouth, a quiet start,
With shadows clinging to the heart.
But deeper in, the colors rise,
Like distant stars in painted skies.

First, a flicker, soft and shy,
A streak of blue, a hint of sky.
Then red, then gold, like dawn's embrace,
Each step a brighter, bolder trace.

The walls transform in radiant bloom,
Banishing the darkened gloom.

Far ahead, a glow so pure—
A light so bright, so strong, so sure.
The colors bend and bow its way,

And there, where tunnel meets the light,
The world explodes in perfect white.
All colors fade, yet all remain,
In that endless, shining flame.