How special is life, and how quick it slips away into living. A boy made up of little but good will and imagination. Whose harmonious naivety cannot to be cured by distain or sympathy. Existing in a world of man yet his consciousness stands nearly intangible by any senior. Occupying space between realms, one much smaller and warmer. Yet the land is larger, the lights brighter and days longer. He is living in a time where the future is all too close, and the past is as it should be. Where adventure waits behind every tree, possibilities are as obvious as the stars, and even villainy is innocent. It’s a time tempered at his very creation and fated to be lost to the seasons, until another.