He wandered as a whisp. before forming into a being under the shade of the thick forest that cast its shadow as if night. He was confused as he stumbed around the roots looking for some form of location. His usual glowing skin gave him his navigation but now he was blind.
He stood still and closed his eyes and his third eye searched the world of what was light. He could see the plants around him breath and thrive off of the nutrents in the ground as the small bugs squirmed and wrigled in the soft soil at his feet. He was feeling weak, and as his hinger grew the life around him started to screach as their life was sucked from their carbon shells and water filled forms.
He took a deep breath when he was done and sad on what he thought was a root. It wasnt enough. He let out a silent sigh as his skin glowed a pale light. He was ready he got up and wandered throught the forest admiring the lamp like plants that gave light to the world of shadow. He soon found a building, an inn of sort filled with....Hosts? He walked to the door and slowly opened it. Surprised it was relitvly full he sliped into the shadowed and up into the rafters above looking down at the many creatured of life below. He sat their waiting untill yes he saw it. A man going off to sleeping quarters. It was his time....