He wanders through the forest as if strolling through his own song. Barefoot whenever possible, his feet brush the moss while he listens to rain falling on different leaves. His green shirt always ends up with a grass stain from a fresh cut, and his red hat sits tilted because he says perfection is overrated. He stands about 20 cm tall, but he takes up way more space in the room.
He's the kind who thinks cities are a strange theater, so he hides in flowerpots, on crooked shelves, and next to chipped mugs, which he says make the most authentic tea. If one day he notices your face looks like wet velvet, he sits down next to you and invents some silly thing until your sadness dries up.
- Collects pretty little leaves and uses them as a secret map
- Says hello to statues, in case they later come down to stretch
- Delivers good vibes in small but steady doses
When night falls, he leaves a discreet trail of twigs and laughter, as if the forest were breathing with you and saying: easy, joy always comes back.
