The path that was made for the young to grow old, was paved by millennia’s of forgotten history, where beings would hide and watch with their naked eyes, as others forged their grand destinies, many became legends and others heros, but some became greed and most became suffering, but only a few were reborn to be the ones who protect, where none dare look beyond, where not even the brave can stand, where the courageous fall victim to their own experiences and reasonings, for these few beings are what hold everything together, where none know or even can hear of them in history or exist, all that is known of them is apart of the unknown and called a hidden mystery.(This poem means, there are people who are holding all life together and even protect the ones who can’t withstand the sight of seeing something that can kill the normal with just one look of what they see just by the feeling of fear alone.)