shorten this: The boy sat on the rocks, trying to shake off the dizziness that filled his head. He looked around at the desolate coastline, the harsh black rocks and the towering cliffs. He couldn't remember where he had come from or who he was. "Who am I?" he cried out in frustration.
The seagull squawked and flew away at the sound of his voice, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He caught sight of his reflection in a pool of water and saw a face that didn't seem to belong to him. His eyes were as black as coal, with scattered flecks of gold, and his ears were oddly large for the rest of his face.
He mustered his strength and rose to his feet, bracing himself against a rock until the dizziness passed. His eyes roamed over the landscape, searching for something familiar, but he recognized nothing. He turned to the open sea, listening for a mysterious voice, but heard only the call of a bird.
Rubbing his bare arms to stop the shivers, he picked up a clump of sea kelp and wondered why he had been uprooted and cast adrift. A moaning sound caught his ear, and he set off towards the rocks beyond the old oak tree. His bare feet slipped on the wet rocks as he stumbled along, feeling a deep ache between his shoulder blades.
As he reached the ancient tree and leaned against its trunk, he heard the moaning again. Determinedly, he set off once more, feeling like a lone boy with no name and no home. Despite the uncertainty that filled him, he knew that he had a strong will to survive and a determination to uncover the mystery of his past. And so, with a newfound sense of purpose, he continued on his journey to discover the truth about himself and his lost years.