A nameless feeling echoing in the chambers of time, like an icy breeze caressing the murmuring static inside his mind, as her absence deprives him of all his thoughts. Yet, here he stands, resolute by inertia—moved, yet scarred. Defiled by a sense of unrequited belonging. An abandoned husk in search of himself, forever wandering in the harrowing deadlands of his greatest creation—solitude.