It took some time to get to where he wanted to go. Drifting through the sparse trees, darkened alleys, busy streets in such an immaterial form was fun- it allowed him to be a part of the rhythm of the bustling streets, without spoiling it's truthful song. It was of melancholic tragedy, much more intricate than any other medium could deliver. It made him want to stand out and scream his own lyrics into the chorus of the streets. But, of course, that was not his place. He was better off sticking to the darker spots of sunlight, observing, not partaking. Oh how he longed to be normal. Oh so very much.
After a while of drifting with a cloud full of dreams, he reformed, and began searching. He needed something to keep his mind of these thoughts that breath. He couldn't simply stumble into faith, proclaiming that this was all there was. No, instead, he needed a task. A occupation. And that was why he was here, deep in the heart of the city. He set about searching, hopping from vendor to vendor, looking for a way into the underworld of this city. At the end of the day, he needed something dangerous. Something...
Something.