Originating from the far north, he was exiled, for his warm heart melted the National Icebergs and The Great White Cave. Calling himself Jeffster, he joyfully danced down the northern hills, finding great lands of green, old crooked roads, gay meadows covered in flowers of all imaginable colors, birds with angelic voices.
As he stumbled in a pleasant grove, Jeffster found a crystalline river. Upon drinking it's cool water, he was compelled to follow the brook southwards. Eventually finding his way to a blissful haven called Typology Central. To his dismay, Jeffster noticed a certain discontent and darkness in that place. Instead of leaving, however, he decided to use the warmth of his heart to heal this sacred place.
Wherever he steps, the ground sings and flowers bloom, wherever he looks, the sun shines, whenever he speaks, the wind stops and trees gently whisper to each other, whatever he touches is filled with life anew.
For all this, he asks no tribute nor praise, if only a little hug.