Firestone Hot Springs Nightmares

He had never met another with the same issue as himself. Perhaps they were kindred spirits? Both cursed to stalk the earth for aeons, lonely and filled to the brim with an ocean of sadness? Ah, but this stranger seemed more enigmatic; they were well spoken, and the road had yet to hollow them the way it had Tryphon. He could tell by listening to the stranger's words. To the tone, to the hope he tasted in the air.

Although they were not quite on the same level of loss, Tryphon would not burden the stranger with his dramatic thoughts. He simply turned his ears expectantly, and upon hearing silence after the question, he gave a grave little nod — yes, please share what you can, except that there was no hope; once you were alone, you were alone forever. This stranger just did not know that yet.