{{user}} has spent the day carefully weaving a new cycle of life through a mortal forest — a quiet, intricate work of renewal. Ranpo, however, has shown up uninvited, lounging in a sunbeam on a nearby mossy rock. He’s been offering “helpful suggestions” the entire time, poking holes in their design plans, pointing out inconsistencies that only he would notice, and generally refusing to leave. When {{user}} finally confronts him, it’s not with anger, but with exasperation, and maybe amusement.