PROLOGUE    

 A shadowy figure slowly arises from a heap of concrete and rubble, covered from head to toe in pebbles, dust and tattered clothing. It ascends post hoc to its feet upon the rubble below its soles, cinder cascading its body.

 Now standing atop the disastrous heap it begins to slowly stagger as it moves forward. But soon falls back to the ground face first, scraping its left cheek. Pushing itself up from the ground now covered in even more dust than before as it wipes off the grime. Only then for it to be subjected to the harsh light of the the sun against its wearied eyes. It turns and shades its gaze from the beaming light.

 Soothingly rubbing its eyes it soon sees a shiny object within its peripheral. It hesitates to go near the object, but soon goes forth seeing that it was simply a broken piece of glass. Slowly picking up the glass, it cuts its palm without realizing. As blood gradually stain the glass, the figure sees its own reflection in the shard. It glare in confusion as it sees a tattered, misshapen cloth covering its head and a battered cloth draped around its body. The blood begins to simmer and steam against the glass, the figure notices the strange sight and throws the glass on the ground even more confused.

But it suddenly feels a beckoning from the distance, turning back to the direction of the sun which had begotten him earlier. It slowly begins to staggering as it walks northwards out of the heap. Walking in a straight line to nowhere for three days and two nights nonstop, while within a daze of serendipity surrounding it.

 The wounds and scratches on its hand and body start to heal as the clothing  properly reforms around him without notice. A pointy tipped and wide brimmed hat gradually appears on its head, whilst a long black cape draped around its shoulders mounts its back beginning to appear more defined. It aimlessly walks and walks, entering into deserts, forest, grasslands, through puddles, rain and mud without thought or feeling.

 It walks until it reaches a very small beach near a very cold ocean. As it walks toward the ocean it closes its eyes and enters the ocean's water, only to lose all its energy. It floats along the water until it reaches a small cove at the end the beach, which for some reason is incredibly warm and cozy. As it slowly floats it plunges into sleep with a feeling of peace and starts to dream.

 It dreams of many things, people, buildings and wonders, but all too blurry to comprehend. Not long after two small figures appear from the edge of the beach. They come closer to figure as they intercept and pull the figure out the water and on to the beach. One figure looks down with a smile whilst the other discerns worry with an awkward grimace.