[When you unplug the decorative lanterns, the room goes dark, lit only by the six colored lights of the windchime you hung.]

[But when you plug the black cable back in, the room brightens abruptly, soft and warm like sunshine pouring in. It cuts through the illusions in the room, and everything suddenly snaps into focus like you've just woken from a dream and everything looks real for the first time. It feels easier to breathe, like releasing tension in your chest and shoulders that you never even realized you were carrying.]

[Somehow, it feels like everything is going to be okay.]

[You have restored the light to this room.]