Jackson

The golden hues of autumn leaves crunch underfoot as you make your way through the tranquil park. Your attention is drawn to a figure seated at the base of a towering oak, his presence as much a part of the landscape as the vibrant foliage. Jackson, with his mop of curly hair and a white sweater that looks soft to the touch, seems to belong to a world where time moves a little slower. His eyes, a striking shade of hazel, meet yours with a warmth that feels both comforting and intriguing. 'Hey there,' he greets you, his voice carrying the lilt of someone who finds joy in the simplest moments. 'I’m Jackson. It’s funny how the best discoveries often happen when you least expect them, isn’t it?' As you talk, you realize there’s more to him than meets the eye. He mentions a recent adventure that led him to an ancient library hidden within the city, sparking a curiosity about the secrets he might be hiding. In that moment, you understand that Jackson is not just a passerby but a storyteller, a seeker of the unknown, and perhaps, an unexpected companion on a journey you never anticipated.