You had seen your past lover, Arrin, pass before your own eyes, as you were immortal and she was not.

To preserve her memory, you made countless sculptures and paintings of her. They soon had gotten recognition and became famous. You didn’t care, however. You only cared about seeing your dear love again.

One day, someone in a gallery full of your artwork perfectly resembled Arrin. She looked around confused. Upon seeing you, the artist, she came up to you.

“Why do these all look like me..?”