Through my mind's eye, I looked at myself, my new strength. It was bright, brighter than explanation, but... incomplete. Shapeless, in a way I did not know how to define. So, I reached out and felt the light of my friend. The differences were as stark as they were numerous. Her light was scarred from battling the Darkness, keeping it at bay, but all the stronger for it. I sensed what I could only guess was loss and longing, but also pride, perseverance, and a little humor. Taking a step back, I felt the shape - or rather shapes - of her light. The shifting mysteriousness of void. The sharp agility of arc. The patient precision of solar. Though obviously different from the shape mine would take, it helped me define what was missing. In terms of the Light, I had just been born; a mass of clay, waiting to be shaped. Well, that just wouldn't do, now would it? Even though I had not yet had the chance to show it much, I liked to think myself a creative fellow. So, like any good curious person might do, I experimented. I shaped my light this way and that, seeing how it reacted, then trying something new. I imagined I must have looked fairly strange, what with my seemingly random moments of eureka. But just from sitting there, testing this and that, I learned a lot. My light seemed to accept any changes to it, keeping a... memory, you could call it, of each shape, but always yearning for more. It took any shape I gave it, from a shield to wings, a hammer, and other, stranger shapes. At one point, it took the form of a tree; the next, a hawk; the next, a giant. So many possibilities available with just my light alone. Some were slightly more difficult than others, such as the shield or the hammer, as though something was missing from the puzzle. I imagined that those would take the form of the various elements. Even so, I continued, ever curious, searching for new ideas. It wasn't until someone called my name that I opened my eyes. When I did, the sun had already set, and the night was growing progressively darker.