No peace The wind had picked up and awoke me from my slumber. As I stretched out my colossal limbs, I compared the natural beauty around me to my disfigured stature. Every detail of my surroundings had been expertly designed and crafted. Observing my body, I doubted that considerable thought or love had been put into my design and creation, almost as if I was produced to be the condemned opposite to the beauty of my landscape. This world is not designed for me.