No thought, no influence, no pain... Swirling nothingness, a perfect world. But what was that? Another soul, another being? The one to finaly set me free, to end my self induced exile and bring me into the world of life. But what was life? I can't remember quite right... Of coarse I was not alive, master to a heart that never beat. None could start that gentle rhythm again, the sweet sound of a pulse through my dry veins. So how could I remember a thing that never truely existed.