A reserved figure in an open hoodie and worn headphones lounges in an old wooden chair surrounded by flickering CRT monitors and glowing cassette players, each playing a different melody. Vinyl records float magically in the air like arcane sigils. Rain gently taps against a neon-lit window behind him. He holds a mug that reads “World’s Okayest Planeswalker.” A mischievous glint in his eyes betrays that he knows something you don’t. A ghostly shadow of a younger version of himself lingers See more