It was bright. It always is at 8am. I don't like the light, it hurts my eyes. And it calls forth memories of the world. I like this world better. it's the one i made myself. It's just like the one on the outside. People run from place to place like ants on the streets below, but here i am god. They run in terror when they see me. some give me offerings, I even have a devoted Television show. I love it here, the world that i made in my mind