Troubled with heartbreak and lack of hope, he was living life as a passerby. Just when he was about to throw his head down in despair, she came in like smoke, swirling through the thick night air without reason or cause. She was just as lost as him, lonely and afraid, of losing all they left behind somewhere back in time. He was the cobblestone path, she was the light post. But more than little did they know of the endless, boundless tales ahead.