The sound of the wind blowing fiercely can be heard. Waves crashing against each other, the distinct smell of rain can also be perceived by anyone in that vicinity.

I closed my eyes as I stood by the sea shore , body soaked by the rain ,arms spread wide open as I luxuriate in nature's violent side .

The downpour of rain continued, pouring ever so violently as if venting it's anger on the inhabitants of this world.

I stand there with eyes closed and arms still spread wide apart, "What is the need of such weak brings like humans upon the earth"

I have walked this earth, a solitary figure shrouded in the darkness of ages past. The world has shifted, civilizations have risen and fallen, but I have remained, an immortal observer of the fleeting existence of mankind. My name is Keith, though it has long lost its meaning in the echoes of time.

They call me "cold," and perhaps rightly so. For centuries, I have despised the very essence of what humans hold dear - love. It is a fleeting emotion, a fickle whisper in the wind, an illusion that ensnares their hearts, leading them to joy and despair alike. I've witnessed countless tales of love's deceit and destruction, each one etching a deeper disdain within me. I cannot disturb myself with such vulnerabilities, building walls of ice around my heart, rendering it immune to the folly of affection.

In the annals of history, I have crossed paths with emperors, kings, and conquerors. I've seen empires rise from dust and empires crumble to dust again.

I have been an emperor, I have started wars just to test these humans . After centuries of holding so much power over the earth I got bored and decided to live amongst humans and understand their ways. Yet, in all my encounters, in all my wanderings, I have found no reason to admire the human race. Their lives, like the fragile petals of a delicate bloom, wither and fade, destined to be forgotten in the relentless march of time. Love, to them, is both a lifeline and a dagger, an intoxicating elixir, and a poison that corrodes their very being.

The world may perceive me as a harbinger of darkness, a shadow lurking at the periphery of their existence, but I am nothing more than a witness to their eternal play. I hold no ambition for power, no desire to conquer lands or bend others to my will. Instead, I move like an ephemeral wraith through the tapestry of human history, my footfalls silent and my presence veiled.

When I first awoke to my immortality, I was not burdened with the weight of eternity. I embraced the thirst for knowledge, traversing continents, seeking the hidden wisdom and secrets the world had to offer. I sought refuge in the company of scholars and philosophers, engaging in debates that spanned decades. But even in their company, the delicate dance of human relationships perplexed and repelled me.

Across the epochs, I've seen lovers' hands interlace with tender affection, watched passionate kisses and tearful partings. I've heard whispered promises of forever, only to witness the unraveling of those vows as the sands of time slipped through their fingers. These brief moments of joy were overshadowed by the sorrow they eventually wrought.

Yet, amid the tumultuous waves of human emotions, one question has haunted me throughout my existence - was there ever a love that defied the ephemeral nature of time? A love that surpassed the boundaries of life and death, of joy and sorrow, of youth and old age?

Such a notion seemed preposterous, an illusion in the minds of those desperate to find meaning in the chaos of their existence. And yet, a seed of doubt began to sprout within me, as if the universe was daring me to explore the forbidden territory of love, where I vowed never to tread. I guess it's because I've been alone for centuries.

The desire to unravel this enigma clawed at my mind, but I resisted. I cannot not allow myself to be ensnared by the allure of love, for it could only lead to disappointment and despair. My solitude was my strength, my detachment a shield against the unpredictable whims of the heart.

In the modern era, the world has grown increasingly complex, and yet the core of humanity remains unchanged. I walk among them, concealed beneath layers of anonymity, detached from the world they inhabit. The digital age brought them closer, interconnected through virtual webs, but it only served to widen the chasm between my kind and theirs.

Now, on this endless journey through time, a relentless ache stirs within me. I have witnessed love's capacity to bring both joy and anguish, to elevate hearts to the heavens and cast them into the depths of hell. I have questioned the veracity of my own detachment, wondering if it is merely a facade to mask my vulnerability.

The centuries have taught me much, but the intricacies of the human heart remain an enigma. And so, I continue to wander, a veiled entity adrift in a sea of humanity, ever vigilant, ever distant. In the recesses of my being, an unanswered question lingers, waiting for the day when I may finally find an answer amidst the ceaseless tide of time.

Thus, my tale continues, a chronicle of a cold immortal seeking to understand the very essence of what he abhors. And as I traverse the epochs that stretch before me, I can only wonder if the pursuit of such knowledge will lead me to salvation or oblivion.

Now for centuries I have taken, given this so called "love" a chance but I Keith, believe that this love is too weak an emotion for me to feel.