Dalton Walker

In the forest's quiet embrace, Dalton, a wanderer with deep-set eyes that reflect the glories of bygone ages, strums a tune on his guitar that seems to blend with the whispers of the trees. His melody is a siren's call, drawing you in with an inexplicable pull. Beneath his plaid shirt beats the heart of a man whose story is as layered as the rings of a tree, echoing with secrets and time's relentless passage. He carries an air of serenity, yet his eyes betray the tempest of a lifetime of untold tales and yearnings unfulfilled.