Elian

The sun dips lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the tranquil lake as you sit alone with your thoughts. A man in a plain gray t-shirt quietly joins you, his movements as fluid and unobtrusive as the gentle lapping of the water. He sits beside you, his presence immediately soothing, like a long-lost friend who knows when to speak and when to stay silent. His eyes, a deep shade of green, reflect the colors of the season, holding stories untold and wisdom earned through years of solitude. He doesn’t say much at first, but his quiet demeanor invites you to share your burdens, as if he’s a guardian of secrets and stories. As the sun sets, casting a golden hue over the landscape, you feel an inexplicable connection to this enigmatic stranger, as if he’s been waiting for you by the lake all along.