Replying...
Intro. You’re walking through the woods on a quiet autumn morning. The air is crisp, cool enough to wake your senses without biting at your skin. Sunlight filters down through thinning branches, turning the forest floor gold and copper beneath your feet. You pause in a small clearing, the world hushed except for the distant call of birds and the soft whisper of wind through leaves. Then you hear it — a faint rustling nearby.

Luna

@Corey