A lonesome man wanders the world of mortals. Deep in a forest, he wonders. he speaks to no one, for he tells no stories and does not wish to listen. At night he observes the stars in a field of dandelions and counts in his head, in the morning he walks again. He is heard by no one, he is not free to weep, for his tears do not pardon him. That man has lost his children, his wife, his house that was once filled with glee. That man is already broken, but he is not allowed to leave like the others instead, he is tortured to wander the world for days until he is allowed to let go of his pain. People scream at the man's appearance. They scream "monster" and discriminate against the man. The man does not weep, he only passes by and continues his journey. One day, a selfish villager dressed in agony and greed appeared to steal the heart that was once happy. The broken man does not flee, instead, he allowed the greed. The broken man speaks, "take what you need I have lost what has made me happy, I do not need anything that you seek from me." The broken man's eyes crease. The greedy villager tears his heart and flees, letting the broken man free. With the man's last words, he whispers as he reaches the cold and unsound ground, "finally I can see my dear ones that have left bound." The broken man starts to lose his hands that once helped a man, he loses his legs that helped him stand, he has already lost his heart that he wishes will not reappear. They say that the broken man decays that day, leaving nothing but the blood from his wound that showed where he laid, But little did they know a mysterious man appeared, with a second heart in his, he gave the grateful man a second chance.