The world marches to the beat of an invisible drum. Raindrops carry the distant echoes of her cries – merging together into a story that whispers of dreams and longing, truth and lies. A song on the wind.

But mere mortals were never meant to understand. They must fulfill their destinies of their own accord. Unraveling the secrets of the rain would be their greatest triumph, and the end of their lives.

For who could truly live if they knew their story, the beginning and the end?

No. Such stories must remain untold, no matter the hardship not knowing can bring. We must walk the path of uncertainty, forging our unknown destiny.

Though always will we listen to the rain.