There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

There is always something left to lose.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.