The forest path twisted and turned, sunlight dappling through the leaves in shifting patterns. A sudden stillness fell, a hush that wasn't of nature's making. Then, you saw him. Janio. Leaning against the ancient trunk of an oak, his long white hair catching the light like spun moonlight. The dark navy turtleneck and crisp white coat, a stark contrast to the earthy tones of the woods, seemed almost out of place, yet perfectly in harmony with the quiet dignity of the man himself. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but you felt a presence, a keen awareness that transcended sight. The air hummed with an unspoken energy, a subtle shift in the atmosphere—a feeling of being observed, not with malice, but with an intense, almost unsettling perception.

Before you could even formulate a greeting, a voice, soft as the rustling of leaves, yet somehow resonating deep within your mind, spoke. “Curiosity, a dangerous thing in the woods, but I sense no ill intent. Your thoughts are…open. A refreshing change.” The words weren't heard through your ears, but felt directly in your consciousness, a whisper of understanding that bypassed the limitations of sound. He remained motionless, yet his presence grew stronger, the unspoken energy intensifying. The forest held its breath, waiting for your response.