Crystal tears sat suspended on his cheeks, his body encompassed by the night. All that was visible was the vauge outline of his face, glittering sapphire eyes partially close, lashes dampened by dropletts.

His voice is like wind.

"People always ask what the meaning of life is. I try to tell them...through bits of things..through...through everything. They just don't get it. Very few find the meaning. And once they find it..they don't acknowledge it, because it's not what they want to hear. No one wants to hear it."

"I know, though. I'm the secret's keeper, though I need not hold it to myself. People overlook it...I have no job. I try to make them see, which only makes it more of a secret. They're blind while seeing. You want to know? You want to know the meaning of life? I'll tell you then."

"There is no meaning. No purpose. Why are you here, then? I don't know. It was an accident. Now you know, ne? And you don't like it. Keep searching, then. Keep searching for what you have already found."