For years he’s wandered, alone and content.

Creatures watch him go by with curiosity, but they never deserve him.

He’s at peace, but he’s looking for something, his face is always lost, betraying his body.

He looks high and low, with a puzzled look on his face, but he takes light breathes like it’s no work at all.

He’s a mystery, what is he trying to find? Nobody is quite sure.

He doesn’t stop at night, just walks through the dark.

He doesn’t shiver or anything like that, but you can see his hairs stand on end indicating he’s cold.

What is he doing? Does he eat? Does he sleep? Who is he?

Is he even human? We can’t be truly sure, but he walks and walks and it’s hard to ignore.