His soul had darkened over the ages, so much so, it was now black. Pitch black.
And then he found her. She gathered all his thoughts, brought all his emotions to the surface, and brushed the dust off his long forgotten memories. She then took this stardust and fathomed it into a nebula. Constantly stirring all pieces of his life together, she gave birth to a tiny ball of light. She kept creating stars until there was an entire galaxy rushing down his spine. Parallel universes coursed through his veins and his wounds now oozed the brilliance of infinite light.
He found her in himself and glimmering, he walked out of the closet.