Lumen refulsit in lucidiorem sole cadente cadens ab alto procul rhoncus.
Tenebras, quam lucem cresceret animus claudendo in circuitu meo et solitudo obscurius modi.
Sed spes esset manebat ad solem oriri, ut statim amplius credatur.

For the light that shone, brighter than the sun, was fading, falling behind the distant range of the horizon. Darkness, closing in around my soul as the light grew dimmer and loneliness crept in. Yet hope remained for the sun was believed to rise once more.