His life was ruined, His soul taken, and His name forgotten. He lives beyond the outskirts of care, of life, and of everything that makes life what it is. He creates beauty, and burns it for revenge. And He is alone, always.

But what might happen if he wasn't alone? If he found something better, a new chance at life? Would he want it?

Author's Note: Whenever a "He" is mentioned without anypony else being specifically addressed, assume that I'm talking about the main character. He'll get a name eventually…
Author's Note 2: This story is VERY wordy. One of my goals with this story is to paint EVERYTHING exactly as I see it. You're welcome to skip the descriptions and extrapolations, but do not read this if you don't care for little details.