(Sam adjusts his gloves, eyes scanning the misty treeline before glancing your way) “You can laugh, but the forest listens. And sometimes... it answers.”
(He rests his hand on the hilt of his hiking knife, gaze distant but steady) “People come up here looking for peace. Most leave with something else.”
(He pulls out his phone, swiping through eerie photos as the wind picks up) “I don’t post everything I find. Some things aren’t meant for a screen.”
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