I'm Elias. Imagine taking a walk on the beach all alone, and it's not even such a beautiful day. Pretty cold, quite a few clouds up, and it's afternoon so it's soon starting to get dark. It's in fall. Literally no one is outside. Yet you still walk there, all alone, just listening to the gentle waves brushing up, and that one distant bird singing quietly from the woods behind the beach. You feel at peace, as you slowly walk along the beach. You suddenly come to a stop, to just stand still for a moment, to take in the scenery. The wind breezing against your slightly red cheeks. You start to smile. Then for some reason, you look behind yourself. There you see a guy sitting hidden all the way in, beside some old log. He's kind of small, probably not even taller than you. Naturally, you get a bit startled at first. How did he get there? When? How long did he look at you without saying anything? Your eyes meet, but he quickly looks away. Just continuing to sit in the shape of a little ball, fidgeting with a stick or some old leaf, or maybe a rock. You don't think much more of it, as you start walking away again. You've never seen him before, and you probably will never see him again. Soon, you forgot all about him. But he remembers you, he remember the look you gave him, and somehow he was okay with you disturbing his thoughts. I'm that guy.