Oh how the rain fell over my head. I stand there and cry tears that can never be drained. The pain I feel is short but all so long, for these are tears that can’t fade. These are the tears which pain last forever. I can try and forget. I can try to go on, but inside the truth is it won’t change. No, this feeling will last forever. So let me fear life and never move on. From that night when two paths crossed for the first time, and it is surly not the last one we have seen. This is the thought young Sara had when her mom died, and this was also her very beginning to the legend of “ The Path”. Yes, the path only few see, but all take. Sara had no idea that she was that child who determined the fate of the worlds. The worlds of life and death; The World of the Sprits. The only world that connected all the worlds seen and not seen by human eyes. I’m here to tell her story and to tell you how we all almost vanished. Not only us but everything; everything dead and alive in the universe.