Darkness hides the truth in a cloak of the unknown. One needs a light to see the truth as it fully is.
But not all lights are the same. Some lamps cast an unsteady glow that twist the truth into an unfamiliar shape.
Even the torchbearer may be unaware that their light reveals not the truth, but an even greater falsehood.

Daring Do is lost in the dark. If only someone had a lamp.

A spiritual entry to the A Thousand Words Contest III.
It was intended to be an entry for the Drama category, but a few prereaders pointed out that it was less drama and more just sad. But it was already written so here it goes instead.

Special thanks to DarkCyan and RB for prereading (as well as a couple other who asked not to be tagged).