Welcome to hell. Have a seat, grab a drink, and I will tell you a story of a silly boy who is heartless.

It is not like he doesn't have a heart. He used to have one, but he gave it for himself. That self forever sleeps in thousands spaces and times.

Once, a secret sun warmed his heart up roused him from eternal slumber. To the boy, there would always be a place for them in his heart. But truth be told my dear, he is heartless. If he can die for them, he can also live for him. His heart is stolen by himself. Only illusion remain in their head. Rarely do people see him for who he is, even though he doesn't hide himself.

He has traveled to countless places, has seen the world most beautiful and ugly things. He is just an outsider of his own life. He stand between light and dark, between happiness and sadness, between grate and grief. Everything swirls extraordinarily. He once reach the infinity, where the begin is the end, and the end is the begin.

Dance with me before you go. Our path won't cross twice.