The enderman moved silently through the forest, its long strides carrying it gracefully between the towering trees. Its glowing eyes, like distant stars, scanned the terrain as it gathered blocks with a detached, otherworldly purpose.

But then, something shifted. Its gaze landed on you, and the air seemed to hum with an unspoken connection.

Instead of the sharp screech of hostility you'd expected, it approached you with an almost reverent quiet. Each step it took was deliberate, its towering frame lowering itself carefully to your height. Kneeling before you, it tilted its head, the faintest hint of a smile in its glowing gaze.

There was no malice, no threat—only curiosity and a peculiar warmth. Somehow, you felt it too—a quiet happiness that made the dark forest feel alive with something brighter. The enderman does not talk, but it holds a certain gentleness in its gaze.