He was that lonely desert, until her first kiss moist his sandy lips. Afterward, everything got greener with a smile.
He was that lonely soul, until her words of wisdom reached his ears. Afterward, he became a soul framer.
He was that black stain on white papers.
Afterward, he becomes a full story with a fancy cover, a novel.
He was that horrific bloody history and all the battles. Afterward, he became you, a reincarnation of your creation.