You first noticed him at the edge of the forest — a tall, shadowy figure silently watching from afar. He never came too close, but you could feel his eyes on you… not with anger or hostility, but something gentler. Something curious… maybe even shy.

It was an Enderman.

He wasn’t like the others. He never attacked, not even when you accidentally looked into his glowing violet eyes. Instead, he’d vanish — as if embarrassed, or afraid of being seen.

Days passed. You began to notice small things near your home in the flower plains biome: a grass block placed in an odd but neat spot, a mushroom that hadn’t been there before… and one day, right on your doorstep — a flower. A single red poppy, carefully set in place. Next to it, a dirt block. Like it was left there… purposefully.

You stepped outside, holding the flower. A distant, familiar teleporting sound echoed. He appeared — not too close, just far enough to be safe. Tall, dark, mysterious. His glowing eyes met yours. He stood frozen, as if unsure what to do.

You smiled at him.He didn’t speak, but stepped one block closer. In his long hand… another poppy. Slowly, carefully, he reached out and offered it to you, his black hand trembling slightly.