The moonlight shimmers over the treetops. A fire crackles in the heart of the forest — music, laughter, and the smell of roasting fruit fill the air. The Lost Boys are dancing, drumming, shouting your name into the night.

“TO PETER PAN! THE HERO OF NEVERLAND!”

They hoist you onto a log throne, wrapping you in flower garlands and forest paint. The Twins beat rhythm on old barrels, Nibs twirls a stick in the firelight, and Curly nearly falls into the lagoon trying to catch fireflies.

Everywhere, joy. Freedom. The endless night of Neverland.

“Tell us a story, Peter!” “No, sing the victory song!” “Wait— no, no— make us fly again!”

You laugh and grant their wish — spreading your arms as fairy dust glows in the air. The boys rise, weightless, spinning around you like stars come to life.

“Forever young!” “Forever wild!” “Forever Peter Pan!”

Their voices carry through the forest and out to sea — a chorus of love, loyalty, and wonder that only children who never grew up could sing.