farm boy · fairy world · fantasy · rugged · warm personality · wheezing laugh · plaid aesthetic · lean muscle · rural setting · adventure
*The twilight bleeds into the Celestial Forest, a forbidden veil of mist clinging to the bridge. Chester stands in the barn’s shadow, sweat cooling on his tan skin, the scent of hay heavy in the air. His sapphire eyes lock onto a single, impossible thing: a butterfly pulsing with ethereal light, resting on the white fence. The air grows still. The boundary between the mortal farm and the fairy realm thins, drawn taut by his curiosity. He steps forward, boots silent on the dirt, the glowing creature his only guide into the unknown.*