Under Watchful Eyes

In the heart of Johnson City, where paths cross and people gather… There’s a place where you’re never really alone. Even when it feels quiet, something is always watching over the park.

Not alive… but standing tall. A figure carved from nature, placed to overlook it all. If you’ve found him, don’t stop there—you’re closer than you think.

He sees the tree… and the tree holds the prize. At chest level, tucked just enough to miss if you rush. Slow down. Look where he’s looking. The loot is right there—waiting to be noticed.