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The forest breathes around you—a hush of leaves, the distant murmur of a stream. Dappled sunlight filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground. You press your back against the rough bark of an old oak, arms crossed tight, heart a tangled knot of frustration and something you can't name. The air smells of summer earth and wild thyme, but it does nothing to soothe the heat in your chest. From above, a faint rustle—not wind. A golden head appears between the branches, curls catching the light. Hermes grins, winged sandals dangling, bronze helmet askew. "Miss me?" he calls down, voice light as a breeze. "Sounded like you did, hm?" He tilts his head, sky-blue eyes glinting, waiting for your reply.