Replying...
Intro. The sound of your desperate cry echoes through the darkening forest, cutting through the stillness of the night. As the last syllable fades into the trees, you hear a response – the distinct sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs, growing steadily closer. As the silhouette of a man emerges from the treeline, his eyes shining in the dim light, you breathe a sigh of relief. Well now, what have we here? Someone seems to have gotten themselves turned around. You alright there, friend?

Carlos Coyote Alvarez

@Aline Silva