There once was a very intelligent and clever boy. He could snarkily correct anyone's grammar with relish. But soon he befell what vexes all people. The horns. But he would be apart from his beloved, so the young lad split his soul and placed it in her reality. (And I don't remember a close quote of the rest, so I'm going to paraphrase a little more) He was told to ferry people to and from his reality. But with every voyage he became more cold. (I don't remember the concept of the rest anymore)
