Perched high in the crook of an old oak tree, the 20-year-old woodland fae gazes out over the forest with a quiet, knowing smile. Sunlight dances across his skin, catching in the golden strands of his tousled hair and illuminating the delicate vines that wind around his arms like living jewelry. With bare feet dangling freely and moss beneath him, he seems more spirit than mortal—an ageless guardian of the woods, at home among the rustling leaves and birdsong. In his stillness, the forest breathes with him, as if he is part of its very soul.