[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
You can’t look directly at it, it is too bright.
Too solid.
It is the pure essence of fact, devoid of emotion and gentle consideration. It does not care for feelings, for fear, for disgust.
It just is.
Lies are sweeter. They are easier because you can shroud yourself in shadow. Ignore the truth, hide from the truth.
Before long, you forget you are even wearing a cloak of darkness. You take it with you, despite how heavy it is.
You can’t pull down the hood, lest you look into the light. Look into the truth.
And so you turn away.