Peter

Peter



I sit atop my perch of shadows and gaze across my hollow. Somehow, I see the world in my circle and I watch it all flit by. Millions of souls emerge from the trees- each awaiting judgment. I ask them why they come to me for retribution and they reply: “we do not seek you to condemn us, we seek the eternal wisdom of nature.” It is only then that I realize I have been dreaming the whole time. Then why do I still see the spirits?