In spirit of eternal life, one man wonders if this is truly a gift, or a terrible burden.He has seen friends and loved ones come and go, while he remains unchanged. He has witnessed the rise and fall of empires and civilizations, but cannot leave his own history behind.He has become disillusioned by the endless cycle of death and rebirth. He has seen countless generations come and go, but none of it matters to him anymore. He is weary of his own existence, His heart a cold, empty vessel, and he has lost the ability to feel anything but a dull ache of despairwondering if there is any hope for redemption for a man left jaded and empty, a shell who has forgotten what it means to truly live. Can he ever break free of the curse, or is he doomed to walk this earth for eternity?