Prologue. You and I

He, with all sins of mankind tortured in his soul;

cries now not because of the cold;

but of the fields of roses and daisies that could have been;

because clearly barrenness and dullness is more keen.

Nothing he had planned had gone his way- not even nature obliged. He now understood every single pain in the universe in a way he had never.

And as the dawn comes,

he falls into a trance.

One in which won't do any harm to him or benefit him;

just make him more sober to what has, and what will be.