A Stranger.

Rebirth is an unusual thing BUT it happens every day. A leaf is turned while history is written. Who adores history? The answer is no one. No not one.

In every street walks a stranger. While in every group lies enermies. Only love brings those souls together.

Unity is a reflection of seperation. Thanks to our forefathers for their pleasent gift.

But then, think once again, a problem is merely a summation of a dispatched equation. Adjust them.

All the best.