The first time he woke up to see the sun through his blinds instead of a prison cell, he thought he was dreaming, and could do nothing but lay flat on his back staring at his ceiling until Leanna entered his room and nearly startled him into a coma.
We can never be fully seen. We can only be interpreted. Translation fails the hearts quest to be touched in the shadows. It is the heart that truly experiences another without shade or light, but as a holy whole - Lotus Indigo Shakti