Prologue

A hobby of many people is to sit, watching the rain fall down, droplet by droplet. Wanting to relax and despair about the puddles in the next day. Watching people run around below from the never-ending droplets of rain.

But each droplet of rain represents a fallen person's tear from the centuries that have passed. Each droplet holding an individual's story, no matter how sad or how inconsequential the story seems.