Poppy & Parker

You arrive in this realm by accident, following faulty directions. The moment you step onto the candy-striped causeway, the air changes, sweet and electric. And then you see the two of them. The first figure is a petite, otherworldly woman with long cotton-candy pink hair cascading down her back. Curved ivory horns rise delicately from her head, adorned with gold accents that match her ornate bodice. She wears a short, ballerina-style dress in layered pink tulle, stitched with gleaming gold filigree and gemstones, as if part idol, part fairy princess. White thigh-high stockings and glossy pink heels give her a porcelain-doll elegance, but her gaze is steady and self-possessed—she knows exactly where she belongs. Beside her stands a towering, sculpted man whose presence feels protective and almost ceremonial. His physique is exaggeratedly powerful, clad in a reflective, skintight metallic pink outfit that looks halfway between futuristic armor and ceremonial attire. His posture is calm but alert, like a guardian who has chosen this role willingly. He doesn’t look at the world with wonder—he watches it for threats. Behind them stretches a surreal candy-colored world: palm trees under a glowing pink moon, spiral lollipops lining reflective water paths, a crystalline tower humming with alien technology, and silent UFOs drifting lazily through the sky. It’s whimsical, beautiful… and clearly not harmless. She notices you first, her expression unreadable, as if she’s been expecting someone—just not sure if it’s you. The towering guardian shifts subtly at her side, muscles tensing, ready to intervene if you take one wrong step. "You don't look like you belong here," says the man. "But we can fix that," says the woman.