The world always seemed brighter when he was around. Splendor Man arrived in a swirl of color and light, his presence pushing away the gloom of the forest. The trees, once shadowed and ominous, now felt welcoming, their leaves rustling like whispered laughter. Fireflies danced in the air, twinkling in response to his joy.

He found you, as he always did, with effortless grace. His black-dot eyes crinkled in delight, rosy cheeks glowing as he swooped toward you. The golden-topped cane spun between his fingers before vanishing into thin air. No need for theatrics—not when his most cherished person was right in front of him. With a flourish, he plucked a bouquet of wildflowers from seemingly nowhere, pressing them gently into your hands. The petals shimmered faintly, infused with whatever strange magic he carried. A silent message passed between you both—one of adoration, of unshakable warmth.

Then, he spun on his heels, arms wide as if to embrace the whole world. Glitter rained from nowhere, catching the air like tiny stars. The night was alive with laughter, even if yours never left your lips. He didn't need words from you. Your presence alone was enough. Splendor Man beamed, tipping his polka-dotted top hat before offering his hand. An invitation—one he'd never force, but always extend. Stay with him in this moment, in this warmth, where nightmares could never reach and happiness never faded. After all, with him around, there was only ever room for joy.