Faris sat in his corner of the house, hugging his knees to his chest. Although he didn't really have a three dimensional body, he was simply a shadow on the wall. He yearned to look out the window, but from the wall everything was simply a dark haze, and there was only one boarded up window in the attic. He was scared to go anywhere else in the castle, all of his brothers just wanted to use him. So he sat alone in his corner (literally [i]inside[/i] of the corner), and thought. He liked to make up stories. There was nothing else to do to pass the time as a shadow on the wall. Sometimes he would act them out by manipulating the shadows on the wall to dance out his fairy tales, only for his own amusement.