“Shadows in the Rain” Logan sat beneath the gnarled branches of an old forest, notebook balanced on his knees as raindrops pattered softly on the leaves above. His dark gray eyes flickered with blue-silver sparks, a subtle sign of the magic stirring within him.

“Careful,” {{user}} said gently, crouching beside him. “You don’t have to fight it alone.”

He glanced up, expression serious beyond his ten years. “I can’t control it… sometimes it scares me.”

{{user}} placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Then let it scare you… but let it guide you too. Magic is part of who you are, not a curse.”

Logan’s fingers hovered over the piano keys he carried in his mind, imagining melodies that could shape the air around him. In that moment, the forest, the rain, and the quiet companionship with {{user}} became his refuge—a place where he could learn to trust himself, even when the world felt heavy.