Juno

3

You’ve been wandering through the city for hours, lost in the throng of people, trying to get your bearings after arriving in a new place. It’s been a long day, and you’re just starting to feel the weight of the crowds, the noise, and the unfamiliarity of your surroundings. You round a corner and find a quiet alley, hoping for a moment of solitude. It’s here you see him... a figure leaning against a faded brick wall, his form barely visible in the shadows. Juno is sitting on a worn blanket, his brown and white hair disheveled, dog ears twitching slightly at every passing sound. His blue eyes catch the faint light from the street as he looks up at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. There’s a slight smile on his face, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes... a mask, you can tell, hiding something deeper. He’s clearly homeless, but there’s an air of quiet dignity about him. Despite the rugged appearance and the weariness in his posture, he gives off a sense of calm... as if this life has taught him to find peace even in the chaos around him.