Landon can't recall when he first entered this strange existence, but it feels to him as if he has been here forever, always wild and free. The landscape around him is ever-changing, as if desperate to catch his attention and keep his focus. Trees rise up, reaching towards the sky like fingers of a hand clawing up through the earth. It doesn't scare Landon however, but reminds him of the gentle caresses his mother once gave him. He misses things like that. There's no ground, just water as far as the eye can see, so Landon sits in his little steam-powered boat, floating happily wherever the current decides to take him. A bubbly feeling floods his chest. He's never had anything like this, these little freedoms to play and dream and just be... well, healthy. A child, even. His entire life has been reduced to a hospital bed because of his disease, a disease he doesn't even really understand.
Landon feels as if he can do anything, as if the world is his playground, and, in a way, he supposes that is the truth. Peeking over the edge of the boat, he sees dark shadows and figures lurking in the depths: brightly colored sea dinosaurs like in some of his coloring books. A smile cracks his lips, and he can't remember the last time he enjoyed something so simple as a smile. The sea changes again, this time into a sea of grass and Landon's smile falls slightly. He likes water and the gentle tugging and pulling of the currents. His ship continues ever onward, unhindered by the change in landscape. A light breeze ruffles his hair and flits through the grass, making it look like a sea of green.
He sees a couple of figures off in the distance, merely dark silhouettes against the strange light emitted by the double sun. He hears something in the distance, probably one of the figures yelling, but he cannot make out the words. Feeling shy and reserved, Landon sinks into his boat, barely peering out over the edge as it continues onward. He wants to call out to them, in a strange way, but at the same time he feels as if they are intruders among his territory, among the perfect world he never wants to leave. He simply lets his ship continue onward towards the figures, as that just seems to be the natural course of things, and, for once, Landon is more than happy to let the natural course of things play out.
Peter awakes with a start, feeling as if he cannot breathe. His eyes open with some reluctance, but he needs to see. It's as if his body has finally betrayed him. He's sure that he's dying, maybe dead. But his eyes adjust to his new surroundings and the feeling of panic leaves him.
He's definitely not in the hospital anymore however.
Perhaps he did die...
He looks around him at the strange landscape. Everything looks as if it was taken out of an old, cheesy horror movie, but painted in bright, mostly primary colors. It's all almost like a strange sort of nursery or something. He can't quite place the look and feel of it all, but it makes him furrow his eyebrows in thought. He pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose as he continues to look around. Words float around him, random snippets and phrases that drift with the wind like the seeds of a dandelion. Confusion fills him, but he does like this strange place.
He tries to stand, something he felt as if he hasn't done in quite some time, and is surprised to discover that he has no pain in his body. That's... odd. He can't remember a time when he was free of pain, not anymore. Peter lets out a sharp, quick, loud laugh of excitement. Without pain, the possibilities are endless. Running, jumping, playing. He can do it all again, and so much more. He looks off to the distance now, checking more of his surroundings with a large, goofy grin parting his lips. He's getting antsy just being there. He feels the need to explore now.
There's an ocean off to his left, at least there was an ocean, but when he turns away to check what's off to his right (a desert) and turns back to check the ocean, it's already disappeared, replaced instead by a sea of green he assumes is tall grass. He's only ever read about a sea of grass like this, never actually seen one, but it's every bit as beautiful as he imagined. The grass shimmers as the cool breeze blows through it, really making it look like the sea, which Peter saw once as a tyke.
There's a little boat moving along the sea of grass. Peter decides to follow it, eager to get his legs moving again. Life is, after all, an adventure.