The light of day was dim and dull for Apollo's eyes to behold. Each day passed by with the same sorrow and bleakness that could not be escaped. But the true source of pain was not the days to come and go, but the love he had lost, the very soul of existence which made him whole. A goddess, reincarnated, could not remember their past together. Apollo swore to never again let go of the one thing that made life truly worthy of living, his beloved. "My love?"