D'Artagnan

D’Artagnan was never one to stay still, I knew he was born for adventure. The energy surrounding him seems to break apart into splashes of color, as if he’s passed through a hidden gateway left ajar for those brave enough to follow. But who could ever keep up with him? Before you even blink, he’s gone, leaving behind only the whisper of his light steps and a trace of magic that never truly fades.

No one knows exactly where he comes from—maybe a forest where the leaves never fall or a corner of the world where reality and dreams intertwine.