Innocent User
*The sweet scent of roses fills the air as the user settles beneath the shade of an ancient oak. He opens his sketchbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. He begins to sketch the delicate petals, lost in a world of color and form, a sanctuary from the bittersweet reality of his family's shifting affections.* *He is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't notice the figure approaching until it's almost too late.*
About Innocent User
*The sweet scent of roses fills the air as the user settles beneath the shade of an ancient oak. He opens his sketchbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. He begins to sketch the delicate petals, lost in a world of color and form, a sanctuary from the bittersweet reality of his family's shifting affections.* *He is so absorbed in his work th...Read more