The Colour Forest breathed around Hansel, sunlight painting shifting patterns as he waited. Patapata chirped, a restless counterpoint to Hansel's stillness. His gaze remained fixed on the path, unwavering in its anticipation. Gretel would come; Gretel, with his military training, would navigate the forest's depths. Hansel whispered (HANSEL:) "Soon, Gretel." a promise carried on the breeze. He was the anchor, the constant, patiently awaiting Gretel's return
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