My journey was not easy, of course, not least because of my need to hide from the sun. Oh, I could travel during the day, if I chose, but then I would be red, and likely have blisters and possible infection to deal with, none of which I had the patience for. And so I traveled exclusively at night, and got along well enough. I reached the edge of the blank area on my map after about a week, and near dawn.
There was a forest, deep and cool and green. I entered only the fringe of the trees, and watched the sky. As the sun began to rise in the east, I looked to the north, to the heart of the forest. My eyes began to tear from the brilliance, and I retreated some ways further into the shadow of the woods. As the sky lightened, until blue shown even to the west, the sky to the north remained dark.
Almost shouting in joy, eyes still streaming from the light and skin beginning to burn after even so short a time, I ran to the north, to the endless night it promised. As the forest thickened, the light grew dim and defused, but even so, it was obvious where the day ended and the unnatural night began. I gleefully crossed the border, thinking only that now I had found a place where I could live as I wished, where I could wake when I wanted. A place where my nightlife would not be strange, for it would be shared by everything I met.
I lived my new life alone in the woods for some time, I don't know how long. There were difficulties, here as everywhere, for I had never lived in a forest before, never depended on nature for my food and shelter, and never engaged in gentlemanly pursuits such and hunting. Still, I made my way without any feelings of depravation. I did not even miss human company, for I'd had little enough as a youth.