“While on the road, I came across a bear tangled in a net, trying to break free.”

The forest was quiet in a way that felt almost deliberate, as if it were holding its breath in anticipation of some unseen drama. The dense undergrowth, rich with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, whispered under the weight of subtle movements. A faint rustle of small animals—squirrels, chipmunks, and the occasional bird—broke the silence intermittently, yet even these sounds seemed hushed, deferential, as though the… CONTINUE READING…