His heart belongs to her.

He wanted no one else. He steeled his heart.
Time flows slowly. He was destroyed.
He rebuilt himself only on the memory of her love.
The sand of the hour glass never stops falling...
He discovered the breadcrumbs she left for him.
There is no doubt in his mind that she's calling for him.
Will he answer her call? Or is he too far gone?
Seasons flow past so peacefully. Time unravels...
He worries that the steel that hardened his heart
is now preventing her call from stirring their fire.

The fire has grown cold.

He wants to storm the castle, and claim the Goddess.
The Goddess with long black hair and deep brown eyes.
How many months can go by, before it is too late?
If he goes, will he be destroyed again,
or will he rediscover the treasure of love...

His determination is fueled by the sounds of her art.
Nothing but hard work will earn her favor.
He continues on. Time does not wait.