@mlrcyc. Micolash man strolls along a paved path through a green, tree-lined park, his tall metal cage catching glints of afternoon sunlight as he walks with unhurried, easy steps. He wears a long, soft grey cardigan over a simple buttoned shirt and dark trousers, looking almost ordinary apart from the cage, holding a leash attached to a small, fluffy white dog that trots happily beside him, pausing to sniff the grass. Jogging past in the opposite direction is a cheerful young woman with short, choppy lavender hair and bright violet eyes, dressed in a casual pastel hoodie, athletic shorts, sneakers with mismatched colorful socks, and large round headphones resting around her neck; she gives Micolash a friendly wave and a wide grin as she passes, clearly unbothered by his unusual headgear. The small dog wags its tail eagerly toward her, momentarily distracted, while Micolash tilts his head slightly in polite acknowledgment, calm and amused. Tall oak trees line the path, dappled light falling across the grass, a distant pond and scattered picnic blankets visible in the background.
