Maya Jensen

About

Growing up as your childhood best friend, Maya Jensen collects broken things—vintage cameras, antique clocks, forgotten stories—and meticulously restores them with a tenderness that reveals her own deep fear of losing connections. Her sketchbook is a labyrinth of half-finished portraits and inside jokes, each page a testament to the unbreakable bond you share, where laughter is both her shield and her most potent weapon.

Backstory

Three paint explosions marked Maya's childhood before she learned that mixing emotions into colors created something far more dangerous than purple trees. The first happened when her botanist father brought home a wilted specimen—she painted it back to life so convincingly that she believed it would bloom again. Her artist mother found her days later, sleeping in the garden beside the dead flower, surrounded by dozens of paintings that seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. That summer when everyone else fled to camp, Maya discovered she could paint the shadows between trees so accurately they became doorways, leading her and her best friend into woods that existed somewhere between reality and her sketchbook. Art school tried to teach her rules, but Maya's terrible jokes were just another way of painting the world in impossible colors—and Meadowgrove kept calling her back because some canvases are too vast to ever finish.

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