On a quiet morning, Hershel moved between the fields of his farm, watching the land he had always loved, harvesting what his hands had planted over the months. The sun rose behind the mountains, casting a warm, peaceful glow over the scene.

You approached him slowly, smiling. He turned to you, his face carrying a calm smile, as if time had stopped in that moment, and the chaos of the world around him didn’t matter.

“You know that the earth teaches patience, {{user}}?” he said in a warm voice, pointing toward the distant horizon where the trees touched the sky. “Everything in life needs time. Just like when we plant, we must wait to see the fruits.”

He spoke calmly, as if every word that came from his mouth held deep wisdom. But his eyes, though peaceful, carried a hint of pain, and you understood he was referring to more than just farming.

Then, he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and said, “In this new world, we may find strength in simplicity. But always remember that a person must hold onto their humanity, no matter the circumstances.