And there it is, the brilliant walls where I shall be trapped into. Yet still, where else am I to lose myself? A cesspool of bodies seems logical, and perhaps there I shall find creative minds with who I may mingle.
One things for certain, I must resist it. The gnawing temptation in the back of my mind is not becoming of a great servant of Melchior, and I shall not deal with it's hunger, nor the consequences it may cause. I have seen first hand that it's not a good thing (though it felt so very good...). Ever since that day, I have had to change my lifestyle. Living in master's closet, for fear of the guard. Father must be furious... and oh, Melvina. Little Melvina. May I see her again some day, for even though I've done this to her, I still wish to look upon her, no matter the temptation.
Still, all else pales in comparison to Seahaven. Though the things I've heard about it from the people of Milford haven't been positive, it seems a certainty that I may find something here. Inspiration I've been looking for ever since Master died, unity I've been without, a stable job doing what I love. It's a sea of opportunity.
Yet, it's always gnawing and biting, and I fear the fair maidens here might prove too... much of an inspiration. I must not bite back. Quite down, temptation, I'm trying to enjoy the sea.
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