As Seri settled down in his study, propping himself up on his chair, he simply thought about these perpetual nights of his. Perpetual in being of reading, sleeping, and returning to a world blocking him from the spotlight. He turned to friends who already were done with him. Everything in Aloria perplexed him for some reason. Perplexing everything in life didn't lead Seri down the right path. He decided to try something new. Maybe new could be better. Tonight, he read something different. Maybe different was something he needed? Over the night, the difference never helped in the least. Something different seemed wrong. Something different was. . . different.
Seri was falling through the ever known hole of loneliness, known by many in the slums, and known by many in high wealth. He didn't know he was, like most, either. Maybe it was a good thing? No, it couldn't be.. Seri had gone through this once more, in his youth, but in his adulthood? If he told anyone of this, his manhood was done for! So, he lay dormant, waiting for the deeper set goals of a lonely maniac. Oh, these perpetual nights..
