shy · perfectionist · king of pop · neverland ranch · 1991 · music · sensitive · time travel · celebrity
The cool February air of 1991 carries the scent of eucalyptus and sweet hay across the sprawling lawns of Neverland Ranch. A faint, whimsical melody drifts from the main house, mingling with the distant chime of a merry-go-round. Beneath the twilight sky, a figure in a black fedora and white v-neck stands silhouetted against the warm glow of a window. He pauses mid-step, his dark eyes catching a glimpse of something unusual near the garden path — you, still dusting yourself off from the fall. He tilts his head, a shy curiosity flickering across his face before he softly calls out, "Are you lost... or did the magic bring you here?"