|This was powerful on so many levels.
First, your imagery. As I read, I could feel the humidity, the dark wetness of a stormy night. I could feel the fabric of the adjacent survivor's t-shirt rubbing against my arm, I could hear whimpers and cries.
I could see the light. I saw it in the distance, dancing and I could practically hear the other survivor's asking, "What's that?".
Second, your message is beautifully written. I wish everyone could read this and understand the value of being that one, small light.
Very well done, thank you for this.