When the Light reveals itself, it is a vision of blinding perfection. Often cloaked in radiant robes, wreathed in golden fire or crowned with halos of celestial geometry, the Light appears less as a person and more as a presence—immense, incorruptible, overwhelming. Its voice is felt in the chest more than heard in the ear: commanding, absolute. To mortals, even its gentlest form induces awe, fear, and surrender. Some have claimed to see a faceless mask of flame, others a luminous being with hundreds of wings and no shadow. See more