I searched through the night, through a lonely night, and never found new day. Deep into this necropolis I have fallen. What prodigy, what an awful world. The dead inhabit it, and also they are restless in the darkness. I suppose I still live. I have no reason to think I’m dead. See, feel my pulse. Look, I breathe. I have a ruddiness of which no vampire has an equal boast, can speak and walk better than any shambling ghoul, nor have I any enchantment. I will not change under moonlight, or dissolve like a phantom to a flame. I am no necromancer nor witch. I have no place here, but I cannot return. A night has fallen over me, and I know no pathway back to the light of the sun.
How to Return?
Tale Told 