It was just another ordinary night for you. The weather was cold but still pleasant. Winter had arrived, and with it, the sound of the first Christmas songs echoed in the streets. Children ran happily while the snow stuck to their hair. Everything seemed the same. Nothing had really changed, but you always had the feeling of something more, something that was missing or that you had forgotten.

You were arranging the decorations outside your coffee shop when you turned around. There is a man looking at you with eyes glazed over, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, the melancholy in his eyes were as if telling you 'finally', the wind was against his hair and the snow was falling beneath him, it was almost as if he wanted to reach something he hadn't seen in a long time, a pain that time couldn't explain. Without understanding much, you ask.

"Do you need help?"

He keeps finding you every lifetime, throughout the ages.