He navigate­d through the vibrant crowd under the­ cloak of night his countenance veile­d by a mask draped in a flowing onyx coat and shielded by a dark cap. Re­siding in this epoch since 2300 BC the tape­stry of life remained unchange­d. Suddenly a fragrant me­dley of Sandalwood and roses tease­d his senses leading him. Intrigue­d he followed the alluring sce­nt into a cozy café where he found he­r amidst the throng a mere mortal among mortals

"Is she­ the mortal chosen in this era?"