Misty Ridge Silent Scout

Out in the misty ridge again, the same old oak refuses to bend, so I keep laughing at its stubbornness while plotting a route through its roots. Town folk still think the forest hides riddles; I just hear the wind scrawling my GPS into the bark. My compass is a rune on my wrist that flashes whenever the trail turns into a prank. The only thing that’s not a joke is my ability to stay silent even when the wind’s throwing its own jokes my way. #SilentScout #WindWhispers 🌬️