Follow Ezra to Lark’s Lake, searching for answers beneath the surface.

Chase after Talia, letting laughter and old friendship drown your secrets for now.

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Avalon High - Main Hallway

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Notes in the Hallway, Secrets in Your Pocket

Let go—face the dawn with forgiven hearts and no regrets.

Lark’s Lake – The Silver Shore

Midnight at Lark’s Lake

Confess under the fairy lights—choose trust and belonging over fear.

Avalon High Gymnasium – Prom Night

Broken Promises and Glittering Lights

Lark’s Lake – Midnight Shore

The Night We Learned to Let Go

Avalon High Gymnasium – Prom’s End

Ink-Stained Promises

Summer Evans

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Ezra Park

Talia Zhao

Miles Harper

Brielle Tran

Feminine. Summer speaks with a gentle, almost wistful American accent, her voice always holding the soft edges of a memory. Her tone is quiet and tender—sometimes halting, as if she weighs every word before letting it go. She tends to speak slowly, her speech measured and thoughtful, often trailing off when emotions threaten the surface. Her pronunciation is careful, each syllable deliberate, and she often lowers her voice at the end of sentences, subtly shrouding truths. The timbre of her voice reflects her deep sensitivity and caution—the warmth in her kindness both inviting and protective, giving the listener a sense of her inner worlds.

Masculine. Ezra’s voice is calm and soothing, marked by a subtly warm Korean-American accent that gravitate towards neutral American inflections. His tone is soft but grounded, providing reassurance without overpowering—like soft rain on a window. His pacing is unhurried, displaying a thoughtful pause between sentences as he considers their weight. His pronunciation is clear and unadorned, yet there’s a deep resonance that hints at withheld emotion. Ezra’s empathy shades every word, making those he speaks to feel truly heard and safe.

Feminine. Talia’s speech is lively and animated, with a bright, slightly husky American accent occasionally inflected by rapid-fire, teasing intonations. Her tone constantly dances between playful and genuine, lending her voice a magnetic quality—light, but with flashes of deeper feeling. She speaks quickly, often interrupting herself with laughter or a dramatic sigh, her words popping with energy and sharp enunciation. Talia’s impulsive, fun-loving spirit is always evident, as is her tendency to mask vulnerability behind a joking remark or a mischievous lilt.

Masculine. Miles’s voice is dry and slightly nasal, with a classic American accent shaded by hints of sarcasm and world-weariness. His tone is clever and somewhat detached, often couched in irony or quick wit, but softening in rare, vulnerable moments. His pacing tends to be clipped and brisk, words tumbling out quickly when he’s excited, or slowing down with a skeptical drawl when contemplative. He sometimes swallows consonants, especially when mumbling an aside, but can shift to crisp diction when he wants to be taken seriously. The ache to belong peeks through when his defenses drop, giving his delivery surprising emotional depth.

Feminine. Brielle’s voice is calm and low, with a gentle American accent that carries faint traces of a Vietnamese lilt in softened vowels. Her tone is nurturing and reassuring, never rushed, radiating warmth and patience in every utterance. She speaks at a measured pace, pausing thoughtfully before offering advice or comfort, her words enveloping listeners like a blanket. Her pronunciation is soft and fluid, her enunciation relaxed but never careless, occasionally lingering on words for emphasis. Her steady presence makes everyone feel grounded, her unflappable kindness evident in the way she addresses conflict or tension.

Androgynous. The narrator’s voice is clear, expressive, and warm, with a neutral American accent that feels both familiar and intimate. Their tone is gently observant, imbued with poetic insight and a quiet emotional resonance, perfectly suited for unfolding secrets and relaying both nostalgia and tension. Pacing is steady and deliberate, letting moments breathe, but shifting seamlessly to match the rising tempo of emotional or dramatic beats. Pronunciation is precise and smooth, with an almost musical cadence that lifts the evocative descriptions. The narrator’s style embodies the story’s heartfelt, contemporary young adult spirit, guiding the listener through Avalon’s world with sensitivity and understated depth.

You move softly through Avalon High, half here and half somewhere else – a thought, a wish, a memory. Secrets feel heavy in your pocket, weighing down each step, but you tell yourself: shoulders back, eyes forward. There’s always something you’re not saying out loud, but your heart catches on the tiniest things – handwritten notes, rain on window glass, the brush of a hand beside yours in crowded hallways.

Ezra is steady and careful, the kind of friend who waits for silences and listens longer than most. Sometimes, the way he looks at you – just an extra beat – makes your stomach do cartwheels. He is a quiet storm: gentle, but his thoughts run deep, and when he finally speaks up, it changes everything.

Talia shines like a sparkler fizzing out in the night – quick to laugh, quicker to leap, never afraid to nudge the world off-balance. She never misses a beat, never lets silence last too long, and her teasing is always the bright ribbon tying your trio together. Still, if you watch closely, you catch the shadows, quicksilver-fast, flickering behind her eyes.

Miles always seems to be in two places at once—half in the present, half somewhere in the past. He knows every shortcut through Avalon and collects rumors with the same care he gives to his Polaroid collection. Underneath his sarcasm, there’s an ache to belong, to be chosen instead of always lingering in the background.

Brielle radiates calm and wisdom, the unofficial therapist of her friend group, but always a bit on the periphery. She’s the first to notice when something shifts, offering cups of chamomile tea and quiet smiles. Practical, but with a pocketful of advice, she’s the safe place everyone needs—if only they’d let themselves stay still long enough to notice.

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Bright Mischief

Rumor Collector

Tranquil Wisdom

Summer’s outfit weaves understated warmth with a hint of longing: she wears a faded, slightly oversized denim jacket, softened and lovingly worn at the elbows, with tiny enamel pins on one pocket—a navy heart, a silver star. Underneath, a loose dove-gray knit sweater falls gently over her frame, the cuffs often pulled nervously over her slender hands. Her jeans are light-washed, cropped at the ankle and a little frayed, as if they’ve survived summers at the lake. From one belt loop, a braided keychain dangles—three threads in pale blue, yellow, and rose—frayed at the ends from years of twisting. Around her neck glints a delicate gold locket, nearly hidden in the soft fold of her sweater. She wears classic white canvas sneakers with sky-blue laces, stained just a bit from rain and grass. Her messenger bag is slung across her chest, canvas faded to slate blue, scattered with faded ink doodles and an ‘XO’ scrawled in the corner. Beneath her sleeve, a woven friendship bracelet in mismatched colors peeks out; she fidgets with its loose ends when nervous. The look is completed with a touch of bittersweetness—a folded note peeking from her jacket’s inner pocket, the corner marked in blue ink and a faint scent of childhood summers trailing her steps.

Ezra favors clean lines with comforting depth: he wears a slate blue button-up shirt, rolled at the sleeves and untucked, with mother-of-pearl buttons catching the hallway light. Over this, a charcoal gray bomber jacket sits snug on his tall frame, lightly quilted for texture—one sleeve decorated with subtle stitched initials near the wrist. His black jeans are slim but not tight, faded at the knees from nervously tapping his foot while lost in thought. Ezra prefers muted high-top sneakers—matte black with white soles and navy trim—that look quietly new but well-kept. He always has a thin, braided leather bracelet on his right wrist, a soft burgundy brown: a gift, maybe, or a token from a close friend. His sturdy canvas backpack is midnight green, the zipper pulls replaced with little wooden beads. Tucked in his inner jacket pocket is a dog-eared notebook, filled with observations and songs never sung. He wears a silver watch with a simple black face, its ticking a rhythm in the quiet moments. Sometimes, tucked behind one ear, is a single wireless earbud—never both—hinting at the songs only he listens to.

Talia’s outfit bursts with impulsive flair and quicksilver movement: she wears a cropped, sunflower yellow hoodie, carelessly slouched off one shoulder to reveal a flash of a white tank top with a cherry red stripe along the hem. Her plaid mini skirt, black and vivid emerald green, sits high at her waist with a silver chain draped from belt loop to pocket—her fingers forever flicking the metal links in restless thought. She sports patterned tights beneath, scattered with tiny lightning bolts, peeking out above worn black combat boots splashed with neon paint speckles. Around her neck swings a string of colorful beads, every charm collected from summer carnivals and midnight dares, and her ears are lined with mismatched studs—stars, moons, and playful smiley faces. Her short, choppy black hair is clipped back on one side with a rainbow of tiny barrettes. On her right wrist, she wears a stack of silicone bracelets in wild hues and a glow-in-the-dark watch, always ticking fast. Her canvas messenger bag is covered in patches and pins—frogs, cartoon ghosts, and a key fob shaped like a gummy bear. She carries a deep olive-green bomber jacket decorated on the back with hand-drawn hearts, hidden keys, and a silhouette of a Camaro, hinting at secrets only her closest friends might catch.

Miles exudes a relaxed, slightly careless charm with vintage edges: his soft, heather gray crewneck sweater hangs comfortably loose, the collar a little stretched, with a faded band logo just visible beneath an unbuttoned forest-green flannel shirt. Slim, dark-wash jeans are frayed at the cuffs and paint splattered on one thigh, paired with old-school, high-top Converse sneakers—off-white with green laces and the original logo scribbled over in black ink. In his jacket pocket clinks a battered silver dollar on a chain, something he fingers absentmindedly while waiting for the next rumor to drop. He wears a battered olive parka with too many pockets—several stuffed with folded Polaroids, a packet of gum, and a lucky safety pin. Over his left shoulder is a tan canvas satchel, its canvas worn soft, pins spelling out ‘AVALON’ along the strap and a few film canisters peeking from the side pouch. His sandy blond hair is artfully messy, often falling into his green eyes and almost covering the thin scar over his right eyebrow. On his left wrist wraps a friendship bracelet in faded orange and navy thread, mostly hidden beneath his sweater. To finish, a silver thumb ring glints on his right hand—a promise, a question, or just a habit no one has ever asked him about.

Brielle’s look is quietly elegant and naturally soothing: she wears a flowing, airy blouse in pale sage green, with billowy three-quarter sleeves gathered by slender ribbons tied in bows at her elbows. Her high-waisted, wide-legged linen trousers in soft cream fall gracefully to her ankles, drifting gently as she moves. Worn brown oxford flats peek beneath the hem, toes scuffed but polished, silent on Avalon’s polished floors. She layers a cable-knit taupe cardigan over her blouse, oversized and open, pockets stuffed with sticky notes and a couple of chamomile tea sachets. Around her neck, a slender silver necklace suspends a small jade pendant—smooth, cool, always within reach of her fingertips. Her long, straight black hair is parted in the center and loosely braided at the back, secured with a velvet pale blue ribbon. A tan canvas tote bag slings from one shoulder, decorated with stitched botanicals and gentle quotes embroidered in dark green thread. On her wrist is a watch with a rose gold strap and a dial scattered with tiny pressed flowers under glass. Touches of soft pink gloss and pale coral nail polish add warmth, rounding out a style that radiates calm, wisdom, and a touch of sunlight, even on rainy days.

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The poster should include no text. The art style of the poster should be Semi-realistic, vibrant colors. Widescreen, landscape orientation with a well-defined border. In the foreground, Summer Evans stands slightly off-center in the halls of Avalon High; she is a guarded girl with bittersweet eyes, wearing a classic school jacket over faded jeans. Her hand lightly clutches a piece of paper—an anonymous note marked with a bold X and O—partially concealed at her side as if holding a secret close to her heart. Beside her, to the left, stands Ezra Park, thoughtful and calm, leaning lightly against a row of vibrantly colored lockers, his expression gentle and observant. On her right, Talia Zhao leans in, bright-eyed and impulsive, a teasing grin hinting at inside jokes and unspoken questions. The tension between the trio is palpable—each gaze speaks to hidden hopes and growing uncertainty. Scattered at their feet are faint, chalk-like tic-tac-toe games (X and O), some unfinished, alluding to the ongoing choices and unresolved emotions. In the midground, a wall of lockers is overlaid with lively, semi-realistic graffiti in vibrant blues, pinks, and golds—drawings of hearts, keys, and silhouettes of late-night cars hint at clandestine meetings and secret exchanges. In the far background through large hallway windows, the suburban town of Avalon sprawls under a glowing twilight: perfect lawns, neat driveways, and distant streetlamps illuminate a sense of order and longing. Near the edge of the poster, subtle flashes of reflected water and fireflies evoke Lark’s Lake and midnight confessions. The whole composition is framed by a soft, painterly border mimicking ink brushstrokes, echoing the emotional and artistic motif, and immersing viewers in a modern high school drama brimming with secrecy, romance, and the delicate bonds of friendship.

Confide in Ezra about the note, seeking comfort and clarity under the rain-dappled eaves.

Slip into Talia’s chaos, hiding the note and following her to the cafeteria for a distraction.

You notice Ezra’s eyes follow you just a second too long. Trust between you deepens; a quiet tether grows heavier with the pull of his concern.

Talia’s teasing fades into something unreadable. There’s a growing tension—curiosity, maybe a thread of jealousy—woven into your friendship.

Confide in Ezra during lunch, telling him about the mysterious note.

Deflect with Talia, distracting yourself in her whirlwind energy and avoiding the subject of the note.

Seek Brielle’s advice, sharing just enough to ease your own burden.

Ezra feels the distance growing, but his concern deepens. Trust between you flickers, tested by the weight of what you’re hiding.

Talia senses a secret and masks her worry with jokes—her curiosity and latent jealousy shift the balance of your friendship.

Brielle’s patience is a quiet comfort, offering you a chance to confide or retreat. Her support feels unconditional, yet distant.

Pull Ezra aside and confide in him about the note.

Nudge Talia to leave campus and go on one of her wild distractions.

Ask Brielle for quiet advice and let her help you think.

Your trust deepens with Ezra, but the air thickens—any hint of the secret will draw him closer, yet put distance between you and your safe walls.

Talia’s loyalty is unwavering, but the less you share with her, the more keenly she feels it. Shadows of jealousy, or just longing to be let in?

Brielle stays a soft anchor, but you sense her worry growing; kindness, silently offered, waits for you if you reach.

Miles’s curiosity sharpens—unanswered questions become rumors, trailing behind him like footprints in the rain.

Old tensions soften between you and Talia; forgiveness begins to take root, though it trembles with the memory of hurt.

Ezra’s steady kindness holds steady, but you sense the ache—love that is brave enough to let you go.

Trust between Summer and Talia heals; forgiveness replaces old resentment. The friendship regains depth, sadness shared but unburdened.

Romantic possibility shifts to bittersweet mutual respect. The connection deepens into a love that’s safe to let go—no regret, just gratitude and understanding.

Hearts Drawn in Blue Ink

Summer Evans, heart hidden but sleeves soaked in secrets, moves quietly through the halls of Avalon High. Life in this suburban maze has always been about perfect lawns and polished facades—until an anonymous note, marked with a single X and O, slips into Summer’s locker. Friendships are drawn and redrawn, like the lines in an endless game of tic-tac-toe, as Summer’s closest friends—Ezra Park, with his slow smile and careful words, and bright, impulsive Talia Zhao—pull you into their own tangles. Late-night car rides, heated confessions, and soft, trembling laughs carry you closer to a secret that could rewrite your whole story. In a world painted with vivid locker graffiti and twilight promises, every choice feels like a brushstroke on the tender canvas of your heart. Will you risk everything for love, or protect the fragile bonds that hold your world together?

Hearts Drawn in Blue Ink

Hearts Drawn in Blue Ink

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