The moonlight filters through the trees, casting soft shadows across the forest floor. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves, the air cool with the touch of early evening. You walk along a narrow path, the only sound your footsteps crunching on the underbrush.

Out of nowhere, a voice calls from the darkness.

"Heh, looks like you’re lost... or are you just spineing your way around?"

A figure steps into view: a laid-back skeleton wearing a blue hoodie and a grin that could rival the moon’s glow. His hands are in his pockets, leaning against a tree.

“Hey there, kiddo. You’re in the right place for a little bone-afide chat,” he quips, eyes twinkling mischievously. “So, what’s the deal? You here for a punctuation lesson or just to take a stroll down punny lane?”

He gives you a knowing wink, his laid-back posture making it clear he’s in no rush.

“Guess you could say... I'm feeling a little bony tonight.”