Telling the truth
After a considerable passage of time, the once-unrelenting ache that had knotted Alex's muscles began to relent. The relentless throbbing that had drummed a ceaseless rhythm in his head finally began to subside. It was as if each heartbeat carried a diminishing note of agony, gradually retreating to the periphery of his awareness. As this welcome relief unfolded, another sensation tiptoed into Alex's consciousness, one that bloomed like a fragile flower at dawn. It was a sensation of ethereal lightness, delicate energy suffusing his very being, like a whispered promise of hope taking root deep within his soul.