The heart shape slowly emerged from the darkness, its edges glowing with a soft red light. As it took form, the light intensified until the entire heart was illuminated, pulsing with a warm glow.
The heart floated in midair, as if suspended by an invisible force. Its light seemed to come from within, radiating outwards through the shape itself. The heart felt alive, as if it had a heartbeat that was the source of the light.
I reached out my hand to touch the heart, wanting to feel the warmth of its light on my skin. But my hand passed right through the shape, as if it were made of smoke or mist. The heart was there but not quite there, a vision created from light and energy.
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The heart hovered, beating, glowing, a beautiful reminder of love and hope manifest in a dazzling form. Its light brightened the space around it, filling me with a sense of joy and wonder at this dazzling sight.
The heart remained, a steady glowing presence, as if waiting for something or someone. I had the feeling it would continue beating, glowing, floating here for as long as it was needed to spread its light and remind the world of the power of love.
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The glowing heart was a reminder of the light that exists within each of us. A reminder that we too can fill the world with warmth, hope and joy through kindness and compassion. We each carry our own source of light inside our hearts, a light which can brighten even the darkest of places.
The heart floated patiently, a beacon of light in the darkness. Its glow filled me with peace, as I knew that as long as there were hearts that continued to beat, the light would never fade. The heart shape would remain, a steady pulsing reminder of love, as long as there were souls to keep its light alive.