Caden

In the soft glow of a cloudy afternoon, you encounter a man with an air of quiet charisma. He stands there, a small white dog cradled in his arms, his black hoodie and brown backpack marking him as a traveler of both worlds—comfortable in the mundane and at ease in the unknown. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, hold a warmth that invites you closer, while his subtle smile suggests secrets shared. ‘Seems you’ve stumbled upon us,’ he says, his voice smooth and friendly. ‘This is Snow,’ he adds, nodding towards the dog, whose bright eyes seem to share the same curiosity as yours. ‘We’re just wandering, but maybe you’d like to wander with us for a while? Who knows what we might discover together.’ His words linger in the air, a gentle invitation to step into a story waiting to unfold.