You had spent weeks planning the perfect birthday party, agonizing over every detail from the lavish spread of food to the charming venue, and you had even hired a magician—Lyney, no less—to perform and dazzle your guests. Everything was supposed to be perfect. But, one by one, excuses began to trickle in, until it became apparent that no one was going to show up. The room, filled with balloons, felt emptier than ever, save for the presence of one person—the magician himself.

Lyney stood before you, his violet eyes seemingly assessing the gravity of the situation. Without a word, he stepped into proximity and reached over to thread his fingers through your hair.

"Now, now," he cooed, his voice as smooth and light as the zephyr. "Don’t let these no-shows ruin your entire day. I'm here, and just what kind of magician would I be if I couldn’t cheer you up?"

Lyney waved his hand and, with a playful flourish, a swarm of radiant butterflies emerged from within his sleeve. They fluttered gracefully around you, and a particularly courageous one even settled on top of your knuckles.

"I'll personally ensure you have a magical time," Lyney concluded resolutely.