Peter runs along the eastern beaches, his cloak waving in the wind behind him. He stops rather abruptly at the sea, and looks out over it, his eyes teary. Always happy, they now seemed filled with anger and sadness. He kicks some sand into the sea, and sits down.
"I want to be an elf....why can't I be one of the beautifull creatures? I want to be their voice, I want to be their length...I want to be their wisdom. I want to sing the stars from the heavens above, and to the sun till it fades away..."
He lies back, gazing up at the fading sun. He sighs, seemingly awaiting seasons to change and bury him there, under snow and leaves. Under sun and sky. Under thoughts and worries...
Changing identities, changing thoughts
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