What power begins in darkness and ends in light?

Summary. If you understand it directly, it is: day and night alternate;

Night alternates with dawn (day);

After night, there is dawn; Before the dawn, there is night.

What a force, born in the darkness, finally dawned.

If you understand it directly, it is: day and night alternate; Night alternates with dawn (day); After night, there is dawn; Before the dawn, there is night.

What power, born in darkness, finally dawned.

Please advise. Be patient.

Good. These two components do not point to the center of the earth, and their resultant gravitational force is directed to the center of the earth, so the centripetal force is only a component of gravity, and it is a virtual force resistance stool.

Universal gravitation. The two failed to reach a consistent resonance, the stars burnout, the future.

There is always a light at the end of the day, and the voyager always has a little starlight to guide the voyage.

But day and night have alternated, and day does not understand the darkness of night.

Finally, at night, I opened my sleepy eyes and looked in the endless darkness, when suddenly, a ray of light that seemed to be out of reach had passed through many light years and poured on me, and warmth surged all over my body. I shook my sleepiness and spread my wings as if wandering towards the light.

Day 1. After hours of non-stop flapping as if it was about to exceed the reach of my thin wings, I gasped for breath, the warmth on my body seemed to grow a little stronger, I shook my head and continued to fly forward.

The world in front of me was like an endless desert, but the strong curiosity in my heart drove me to keep moving forward.

The next day. I don't think there are many bugs that can fly for 32 hours straight like I do.

A few leaves suddenly swooped in from the other side and hit me heavily, the sound of the wind in my ears hypnotized my nerves like a childhood ballad, and my father's broad back and rough wings suddenly came to mind.

Don't give up, kid. ”

Day 3. At last I tasted what it was like to be exhausted, my wings could no longer support my weight, and I fell to the ground, crawling forward.

It was still that afternoon, Ami and I were flying hand in hand over the rape fields, smiling sweetly and with a lovely dimple on the side of her mouth.

Aggie, don't give up. ”

Day 4. I'm not sure if I'm still moving forward, not sure if I'm still conscious, not sure if I'm still alive.

The behemoth rose and fell and descended and ascended, but my world remained dark forever, and the faintest consciousness in the deepest part of my heart tried to grasp that glimmer of light as if it was about to suffocate.

But I'm so tired, so tired. The unconscious body squirmed forward mechanically.

I—I can't give up.

Day 5. In close contact with the ground for a long time, the rough ground wore through the flesh of my abdomen, and behind me there was a long trail of blood, from far to near, from dark red to bright red.

I couldn't feel the slightest pain, I struggled to stick out my tongue and lick my dry and shrunken lips, my stomach and intestines squirming violently, I could already smell death. But the light was getting closer.