in the dead of night a lone figure walks along the path....it is pitch black but he knows he must move forward. looking around all is seen is darkness. the more he looks the more he see.... to the left is the childhood that formed him. to the right is live he has lived thus far, behind him is the ashes of the brdges that have burned and those that have been left behind...in front of him is the future to come....he can see other forms like him.... he is filled an explodion of emotions as he reconizing each shape ..is he sure they are who they are?? as he is looking thru the crowd of shaodws he see another lone figure....she beckins for him to come to her....does he know her? no but the closer he gets the stronger the urge to touch her builds....... he contiues to walk passing thru the future that has become his past he begins to hear a soft voice..."Come to me my luv. ive been waiting for u. ur almost there. dont give up. it is our time to build our own path." she says. "let our shaodws join as one as we wonder down this darkened path."
