Thus he arrived, in this cold, arctic land.
Contrast to the climate though, his heart was warm and ready to take off.
But there was an ongoing war inside his mind.
A constant battle between the Yin and Yang that resided within him.
The Yin echoed through his skull, telling him to "be realistic".
The Yang, with a low, soothing voice that the ancient Orpheus would be proud of, whispers to him to " take a risk ".
Then he started hearing it.
The rhythmic sound of heels thumping against the ground beneath him.
And their eyes made contact.
The rhythmic sound of heels speeds up.
Arms flare.
As they embraced, he noticed there was something different about this entity.
As he held her in his arms, her scent struck him hard.
Tantalising.
As they let go, and gaze upon each other's faces after many years, he took a closer look at her.
There was mixture of seriousness and fierceness, yet her smile,her amber eyes held a spark of warmth and a touch of sadness within them.  
That amber.
Pure captivation.
He was dumbfounded. Blindfolded by the ecstasy that started brewing within him.
But little did he know that those eyes would cost him his peace of mind.
The sleepless nights they would give him, next to her.
Night falls.
As their breaths drew closer and their skins collided, he managed to acquire a tiny glimpse of her soul.
And boy, oh boy what a sight it was for him.
A sight he has not layed his sight upon for what seemed like aeons.
He indulged in it.
Bathed in the brief euphoria of the moment.
But he somehow felt it in his gut that this glimpse would slowly fade away and like a candle it will have shun a "brief but lovely light".
Filled with insolence and stubbornness, he ignored the Yin that was trying to pull him back to sanity.
Almost like builder dusting his shoulder off after a hard day at work.
Ignorance was a bliss.
Or so it seemed.
An illusion.
Days passed.
His fire was suffocated.
Invisible walls were rigged up around the entity he wanted to feel just one more time.
Just once more.
But the light he once had gazed upon, faded.
Vanished.
Unfairness was choking him.
The realisation of the things that would never be came crashing down upon him.
He knew that acceptance was the key.
But that key had locked the gate to his peace of mind
Thrown into a river.
Sinking slowly through the bottomless abyss of despair and anguish.
Never to be seen again.
It's time for him to leave this cold, arctic wasteland.
As he embarks on his journey, the past is floating all around him.
Things that could have been. Things that are waiting for a fulfillment that will never arrive.
Things that will never be.
Παντα ῥεῖ.