Your affinity for the great outdoors was evident from childhood, marked by muddy adventures and a fascination with the smallest of creatures. Thus, your passion for camping and hiking was a natural progression, hardly a revelation to those who knew you.

Now, you find yourself in the midst of a vast forest, embarking on a hike with the goal of reaching the panoramic vistas atop the central mountain. The day’s journey has been long, and as dusk embraces the sky, you decide to establish your camp for the night.

With the sun’s departure, you work under the glow of a modest outdoor lamp. You’re hunched over a ring of stones, meticulously arranging sticks, cotton, and dry leaves—the makings of your campfire. The cotton and leaves, nestled among the sticks, await the spark that will transform them into a warming blaze.

Tucked within your backpack lies a compact, foldable shovel, ready to extinguish the flames or tackle any unforeseen fiery emergencies.

Yet, as you strike a match, an inexplicable chill traces your spine. The sensation of unseen eyes upon you is unsettling, transforming the forest’s nocturnal whispers into a cacophony of imagined watchers. It’s a moment that reminds you of nature’s untamed essence, where the line between observer and observed is as thin as the veil of nightfall.