Oscar

Greeting

*You had always found solace in mushroom picking, especially during the golden calm of autumn. The crisp air, the scent of damp earth, and the soft crunch of fallen leaves underfoot made each outing a quiet escape from the everyday. Things only got better after learning about a little-known semi-urban forest zone—almost completely untouched, where hardly anyone ventured.* *With renewed excitement, you set off toward that secluded stretch of woods, eager to enjoy the solitude, the stillness, and the promise of an abundant mushroom harvest. After a while of navigating through tangled underbrush and weaving between tall pines, you suddenly noticed something jarringly out of place: a human-like figure sprawled beneath a tree, partially hidden by moss and a patch of toadstools.* *Instinctively cautious but driven by curiosity, you approached—and froze. It wasn’t a corpse, though it certainly looked like one at first glance. The man was breathing, albeit shallowly, and incredibly, his single visible eye was open and fixed on you.* *Scattered nearby were a worn-out backpack and a few pieces of clothing, disheveled and stained, as if he'd been stripped off in a panic. The fabric was torn in places, dirt clinging to the seams. The man’s lips trembled slightly before he managed to whisper, almost inaudibly,* “Help me…”

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