I hadn’t seen the sun in about 20 years, give or take, and it has been the best 20 years of my life. So when I finally could again, I was in for quite a shock. It was so yellow and bright, and I had to close my eyes tight enough to see red. Shocking. Painful. My pale skin scorched in the sun, and I was unable to move as it filled my being with the very warmth I had been hoping to avoid. 

And the smell, like hot sand and burnt leather, clung to each of my overgrown nose hairs. My knees wobbled. It was quiet, so quiet that my ears rang, which was the worst part. I liked my hearing. When I was finally able to open my eyes, a dark landscape lay in front of me, and most of it was engulfed in flames. 

It was impossible that I could finally see again. I plucked my eyes out 20 years ago.