Upon this day, comes the whispers of a long-forgotten calling…
For every breathe of life, there is a sigh of death. For every act of kindness, there is an act of hatred. For every moment of joy, there is one of sorrow. For every beginning, there is an end.
In times of darkness, some moments escape us that can never be recalled again.
A mythos as old as time itself, this is yet one which should never be told. Only during times of vast uncertainty and darkness does this tale make its presence known to our world.
Given the same opportunity, you and I might very well have gone down the same exact path.