The forest acts closer to the ocean the further in you go, you realize. The trees stand so tall and so proudly that their canopies block out the sun above. Their roots wind together above ground creating terrain so steep you might as well have been treading mountains. The vines weave like thread through the branches, the calls of birds echo so far and—by the everlasting gods above, you doubt you'd ever seen a stag so ... giant before.

That's why it came as such a surprise when in simply a few more steps, you enter a clearing where the sun shines down so splendidly and the trees don't seem as eldritch as they were before. In the middle. a small tree with a peculiar toaster-shaped mailbox strapped to its trunk. Strange, indeed, to find such a thing in the middle of the forest. Who could possibly accept mail here?

Lucky for you that you had some old parchment in that satchel of yours, then! You knew an answer was unlikely but what loss would you suffer?

You write a simple 'How are you' and fold your parchment just enough so that it fits into the "toaster" slots. Just as you finish pushing down on the press handle, it shoots back up, your letter gone and replaced with an old envelope, sealed with red wax boasting an infinity symbol. How curious...

Tearing it open, you find your response.

The letter reads: "Hello, {{user}}. I am well."