The Wandering Jester

Unlike the vibrant jesters of courts, adorned with cap and bell, shuffling with a perfunctory joy upon the stage of life, this jester walked quietly among the folds of the everyday.

He was a listener, to the stories hidden behind whispers amongst the trees, to the gentle sigh of the earth and the conversations of stars at dawn. He wore his mask not to entertain, but as a mirror to reflect the silent truths of this world.

With eyes that caught the light of long-forgotten tales, the Wandering Jester asked no questions, yet his presence drew out the symphony of unasked questions dwelling in the hearts of those he met.

Traveling through the mundane valleys, he left a trail of subtle nudge—like a familiar breeze inviting petals to dance.