Some. But not all.
A smile of a thousand goddesses who came out of a person's lips betrayed him. And he broke himself free from his own dungeon. His safe haven. His home that we, ourselves, are too afraid to enter and explore.
He sees himself for the first time. Against the light that blinded him. The alignment and position of his bones. His posture and his height. His width and the muscles curving his body. With all of his fingers moving slowly like branches of a dead tree swaying in the wind. He sensed fear. Of the imagery casted in front of him by the light he have never see before. And he knew that he can no longer go back to his safety. He needs to face what he needs to face.
The man living in the dark.
Now afraid on his casted shadow.