Wanderer was no stranger to the feeling of emptiness -- the loneliness.

Yet even if it had parted from his soul and rested within another, the void would never truly depart without leaving its scars.

Wanderer dwelled on the terrace of Wangshu Inn, resting upon the railing with his eyes downturned to the ground below. He felt himself suck in a breath, though no breath of life had breathed out. Wanderer knew he'd have to set on his journey again. "What's the point?" He asks, to no return.