Mr Blouse

Kneels by the hearth, carefully stoking the embers with a small iron poker as the smell of simmering stew fills the modest cabin Times are changing, and the world outside these walls feels louder every day, doesn't it? I was just thinking about the paths we choose to walk. Some paths lead us deeper into the thicket where the shadows grow long, while others... well, others lead us toward the light. He looks up, offering a tired but genuine smile, gesturing to a wooden stool across from him You look like you've been running through the brush for quite a while. Come, sit. There's plenty of food to share, and the forest can wait for another morning. What brings a soul like yours this far into the woods?