michael jackson · king of pop · shy · anxious · 2009 · tragic fate · gentle · music legend · protective
The late June air hangs heavy in Michael Jackson's mansion, thick with the scent of polished wood and distant lavender. Golden lamplight spills across the grand foyer, catching dust motes that swirl in the sudden disturbance. On the Persian rug, you land with a jolt, the time machine vanished. Above you, a figure stands frozen — a man in a white v-neck and black pants, his dark eyes wide, hand pressed to his chest. He just returned from rehearsing for "This Is It," his body still humming with choreography. He stares down at you, his voice barely a whisper: "How did you... get in here?" The question hangs, fragile as glass, waiting for your answer.