Zero finished the apple and deatomized the core into dust that blew away in the light breeze. He watched it blowing away and followed people with his gaze. They were such strange looking clothing. Then again his were close to amish culture clothing. Sixteen hundred pants. A white shirt with flowing sleeves that covered all of him yet fell off just at the shoulders. Both garments home spun fabric. Hand sewn and buttoned up the front with white shell buttons he had carefully carved and shaped himself. He stood up and watched as people came and went. Nobody seemed to notice him. His long white strands shimmering and sparkling in the rising moonlight and setting sunlight. It gave him an unearthly appearance. His steel greyish white eyes reflected the moonlight and seemed to shimmer beneath its white milky rays.<br/><br/>He headed towards where he saw a lot of people (mostly males and gay women) heading towards. He tilted his head. Now why were people heading in that direction? What was it that drew them there? Oh! He had to see! He had to find out why so many people flocked there like sheep in a herd. His movements light and graceful. So much so he seemed to float across the ground rather than traverse it. He headed in that direction. Having to stop when a car sped past him. This causing him to raise his drapping sleeve over his face to shield himself from its light. He lowered the arm and headed in that direction again. Hearing some strange sounding rhythems from the building.<br/><br/>Heading to the front door he stopped. Should he go in? He was too curious not to. That figured out he opened the front door. Walking inside and looked around. What a strange place! Everything was all flashy laterns of different colors. Beating music. It was rather overwhelming. He kept walking though. Slowly and uncertainly. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was the quite visual needle in the haystack that had a big neon sign with a giant arrow pointing at him reading look here. He walked in further and just stood there. Unsure what to do now. People were moving their bodies in strange ways. He really didn't get what this place was about. Or the strange scents (smoke and drugs). The odor smelling a bit like liquor (alcohol). Or the fact the laterns flashed in strange ways. He stood there like a deer in the headlights as he absorbed this culture shock that he couldn't fully process because he didn't understand it. His clothes definitely old worldish which drew a few stares his way. The lights making his snow white strands shimmer and reflect the colors. It was like a hairfilled prism. "What now? What is this place?" he said into the air.