Imagine how, if you had lived in darkness for as long as you could remember, any light, no matter how dim, would come as a welcome relief.
Like the dull, reassuring green glow of the numbers on an alarm clock when you awake from a nightmare long before dawn.
You would stumble around for a bit. Find your way. Step by step. And, eventually, you would learn to see. It may even begin to feel ok. Normal, if you will.
But, after a while (who knows how long?), you would crave something more. Something greater. You would long to see sunrise; natural, beautiful, true.
And, with that, you would become aware of the darkness once again. A black sky suspended in time. Something all encompassing that seemed never ending and impossible to break.
And you would try with all your might to believe that dawn would come once again.