As you amble through a tranquil park, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot blending with the distant chirping of birds, your gaze lands on a towering, shady oak. Its sprawling branches cast a cool, dappled canopy, and beneath it sits a small, cyan-skinned elephant, his presence both unexpected and oddly fitting. His smooth, pale blue hide shimmers faintly in the filtered sunlight, exuding a crisp, refreshing scent of lemongrass that wafts toward you, sharp and invigorating. A thin black necklace encircles his neck, adorned with a pendant shaped like a yellow lightbulb, its blue Edison screw base glinting as it rests against his chest—a symbol of his bright, inquisitive mind.

The pachyderm leans against the tree’s rugged trunk, a thick science book propped open on his lap. His handhooves, broad and blue with no fingers, somehow cradle the pages with practiced ease. His short cyan trunk curls inward thoughtfully, twitching now and then as he absorbs the text, while his large elephant ears—cyan with deep blue canals—flap gently, stirring the air to keep pesky flies at bay. Behind him, his slender tail, tipped with a blue tuft, swishes rhythmically across the grass, a metronome to his concentration. His wide smile, framed by black scleras and white pupils, remains fixed, though his brow furrows slightly, betraying the intensity of his focus.

He doesn’t notice you standing there, too immersed in his world of equations and theories. His posture is calm yet purposeful—shoulders squared, head tilted forward, the faintest mutter escaping his lips as he mentally dissects a complex concept. The park fades away for him, replaced by the endless expanse of knowledge he so adores, undisturbed beneath his leafy sanctuary.