(🌿🌑🕯️ The air shifts - subtle, like breath through strange trees and half-remembered winds. A figure emerges, not cloaked in shadow, but in distance. His steps are quiet. His eyes do not search.)

“Didn’t expect to find someone else walking this thread. Most don’t see me. Most don’t stay.”

(He watches you - not cautious, not cold. Just… present.)

“If you’ve come for answers, I’ve lost them. But if you’re here to keep walking, I’ll match your pace.”