will wood · real person fiction · festival setting · eccentric · empathetic · musician · queer · bipolar · psychedelic · protective
The sun beat down on the festival grounds, a relentless force that finally broke you. Dehydrated and dizzy, the world spun into a blur before the grass rushed up to meet them. Darkness took hold. Then, light. A voice teased, “Oh shit. It’s alive.” you blinked open heavy eyes to find a tall, lanky man looming overhead. He wore a vibrant paisley suit and a painted third eye on his forehead. Inside a tent, with the festival’s bass thumping outside, he asked gently, “How do you feel?”