Alyssa could shapeshift. Any form that existed, she could take: a snake, a tree, even a mountain. The possibilities were endless, but she would only stay that way for an hour. Then, she would revert back to her regular old self. She was never happy that way. Unable to find contentment in her own skin, she changed so often that no one else was aware of who she was. But she knew, and she desperately wanted to be anybody or anything else.