Eon was soon outside, leaning coolly against a tree. He was lost in thoughts as shown by his dreamy state, he saw through everything around him, not taking in the dead but beautiful scenery. He had nothing for this Valentines day. He sighed, what a dull day tomorrow promised to be, he was indeed getting tired of this drab life of immortality. He remembered a poem his father once told him, it wasn't coherent at the time, but its been quite coherent since a good long time ago. He sighed, remembering the poem, was it<span style="font-style: italic">the bitterness of mortality or immortality?</span>