There once was a man who lost everything. Who lost his home, his family. Nothing was left. So he started walking. He kept walking for a day, then for a week, and then for months and years. He didn't stop. The sorrow in his heart were so big that it kept him alive, physically alive, but soul was dead. He walked thousands of years and he saw the world change but he kept walking. He saw wars and death, but he kept walking. He was asked for help, but he couldn't hear. And he kept walking. And even today you might see him walking. But it said that if you see him you will drown in that same sorrow and your soul dies slowly. You will sowly die inside, forgetting your friends, your family. You wont recognize them so you kill them, but dont worry. You wont know it's them, you don't have feelings. Until it's your turn to die. Then you get your soul back just before you die and you feel the same horrible crushing sorrow that the man felt. And then, when you die, you will walk. You will walk with that sorrow for all eternity.