He is him and he is not him.
He stopped in the wind and watched the world pass by his eyes, countless times.
He had no place to lean on, so he walked with the wind. He may remember that he was looking for someone, someone who had killed him and loved him.
He may also remember that the person is not in the wind.
At the highest point where the stars gathered, he shattered the mirror of fantasy and pieced together the most complete image of that person.
She is her and she is not her.
Tiny stars born in dust, broken in the wind, and gathered in dreams.
The crack she passed through still had his fingerprints on it, and the clouds where she sat among thousands of mountains only had his residual warmth.
She lives in his memory. The waning moon and falling flowers are her deep love.
A broken mirror cannot be reunited. Please forget that you are you.
Concept: transcendent love