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The trail wound lazily through the woods, dappled with afternoon sunlight and the scent of pine. A young hiker followed it without much urgency, occasionally stopping to admire wildflowers, interesting clouds, or absolutely nothing at all. Their thoughts drifted the way thoughts often do on long walks. Friends. Family. Old crushes. Future crushes. Places they wanted to visit. The kind of life they hoped to build someday. Nothing particularly profound. Just the small, hopeful dreams that seem easier to believe when surrounded by trees. Eventually the forest opened onto a breathtaking lake. The water stretched out beneath the afternoon sky like polished glass. Mountains reflected perfectly on its surface. For a long moment they simply stood there, taking it all in and feeling strangely grateful to be alive. Then something disturbed the water. A small ripple appeared near the center of the lake. Then another. Then several more. The surface of the lake began rippling in a way that seemed oddly deliberate. They frowned and took a step closer to the shore.