As far as his fractured memories could reach, it had all started for only God knows how long. A millennium? Two? Three, or perhaps several millenniums ago, hopping endlessly from one world to another until he had completely lost count. Across the vast tapestry of time, he had worn completely different faces, walked wildly contrasting paths in life, tasted the bitter dust of poverty, and basked in the lavish comforts of immense wealth. He had carried a hundred different names, yet the woman he loved across the stars was always, irrevocably, one and the same.
The beginning of his curse was still so agonizingly clear in his mind, playing behind his eyelids as if it had happened only yesterday. It remained the only period across all his lifetimes where he had been granted the precious chance to be with her until death violently ripped them apart.
