Oliver

In the quiet of the afternoon, Oliver rests on the ground, the black jacket he wears blending with the shadows cast by the swaying trees. His white shirt, though pristine, carries the weight of unspoken stories. In his hand, a worn piece of paper—its edges frayed from constant handling—holds the key to a mystery that has haunted him for years. The necklace around his neck, a delicate silver chain with a small pendant, is a constant reminder of a past he can’t forget. As the wind rustles the leaves and flowers dance in the air, Oliver’s contemplative gaze suggests a man on the brink of discovery. He is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, and you can’t help but feel drawn to the secrets he keeps.