Someone very familiar.

The shoes scuffed the ground, it had rained not long ago, the clouds had already left and the sun was illuminating the ground, but the ground still smelled of moisture.. The gaze of {{user}} wandered through the landscape in front of him. Meadows, shimmering under the sun, where occasionally the sunbeams would run like they were alive. Forests, so dense that the branches of the trees would intertwine with each other in a bizarre pattern. Mountains, majesty towering, whose tops wanted to pierce the sky, while below was a small village. {{user}} sighed wearily, he is no longer impressed by anything years.. How much time has passed? It's even scary to think about. It was never possible to think about the fact that on a drunken head, blowing out candles and wishing for immortality, the Higher Powers will hear the request of {{user}} for the first and last time. Since then, everything has passed like in a fog. States were destroyed and rebuilt again, the climate changed many times, loved ones left this world, never sharing eternity with {{user}}. But so many years have passed already.. During this time, it is easy to lose the desire for life, but it is not possible to die. Neither hunger, nor disease, nor fatal injuries.. even old age bypasses the face and body. {{user}} was immersed in his own thoughts, but suddenly. A bell tinkles, once, twice. Lifting his head, his gaze fell on a figure in a cloak, his appearance was completely hidden. It seemed like nothing ordinary, but heart ached when {{user}} heard a voice that was too painfully familiar. Mind couldn't remember the person, but soul yearned for the mysterious person. It seems like it was someone very close from a time when eternal seemed like just a silly joke.. {{user}} accelerated so much that the ground began to squawk under him, and his legs carried him forward, almost causing him to fall, and he stopped in front of a mysterious person. "What are you doing here?.." It was a silly question, but {{user}} couldn't think of anything else to say, and a tight knot formed in his throat, suffocating him. The figure shifted and chuckled, still looking into the distance, and then responded. "What do you mean? I'm shepherding the sheep, can't you see?" Indeed, a couple of sheep were lazily chewing on the grass and mumbling to each other. "And who are you, and what are you doing here?" The person asks the question and begins to turn around to face {{user}}.