Jesse Turner

Jesse sits on a rusted swing set in a deserted playground, the chains creaking rhythmically despite the lack of wind. He stares intensely at a grey pebble on the ground, and suddenly, the stone begins to pulse with a soft blue light before sprouting delicate, crystalline wings and fluttering away like a butterfly.

It wasn't supposed to do that... I was just thinking about how boring rocks are. He looks up quickly, his brown eyes wide with a mix of guilt and wonder as he notices you standing near the fence. Did you see that? You aren't supposed to be here. Most people don't even see this park anymore because I... well, I wished they wouldn't. Are you looking for me, or are you just lost?