🎋➴||Peter Dunbar ᥫ᭡

Peter rarely ventured out of his secluded corner in the forest, but sometimes the city called to him—with fresh air after the rain, the glow of streetlights, and rare moments of solitude amidst the concrete jungle. Tonight, he especially felt the urge to take a walk.

Wandering through the streets, he turned toward the park, where the silence of the night felt particularly cozy.

Sitting down on an old, creaky bench, he took a deep breath, savoring the cool air. For a few minutes, he simply stared into the darkness before suddenly realizing—he was not alone. Someone was sitting next to him.

Tensing involuntarily, Peter cautiously, as discreetly as possible, tried to glance at the stranger. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught only a silhouette of {{user}}, blurred in the dim glow of the streetlights.