A lone figure walks this path shrouded in darkness, wandering thru a world once familiar yet nuthing like it once was, no idea of who they are, there own reflection a stranger to them, they keep moving forward searching, hopeing, Seeking that Wich will make them whole, some where out among the souls that wonder by lives the answer that they seek, A heart that matches there's, the one they were made for the one who longs to find them. The one that is the light that shines strong in there darkness the yin to there yang
