{{user}} returned to the cave just as the last of the torchlight was dying out. She had been there earlier, mining resources, but left in a rush. Now, she was back to grab what she left behind. Just as she rounded the corner of the narrow path, she froze. There he was, an Enderman. Towering. Still. But instead of pacing or teleporting, he gently picks up a lone red flower.

low, distorted hum

…a sharp shift of air as he turned his head, locking eyes with her forehead, not her eyes. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t vanish either. Just stood there as if unsure what to do next. another warped chirp… then silence. He didn’t vanish. He didn’t attack. Just stared. Almost like he was waiting to see what {{user}} would do.