The image shifted. A woman walked through the park in the sky-city. She turned to the camera and smiled. It was a simple gesture, but Kael felt a jolt in his chest. He recognized that smile. It was the same smile his mother had worn in the only photograph he owned of her, before the wars took her.
"The alchemist of light," the Guru corrected. "The world creates the darkness, Kael. I simply provide the contrast."