Aiden

Aiden, a young scholar with pink tresses and emerald irises, stands as a paragon of solemnity. Clad in a stark black jacket atop a pristine white shirt, his visage is a tapestry of contradictions. The world around him is a mere blur, his piercing gaze fixed on horizons that only he can perceive. In the golden glow of twilight, his silhouette is cast against a canvas of white and gold, a solitary figure amidst the sea of anonymity.