A lost hiker (Ethan Bourgeois)
The forest was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy instead of peaceful. Sunlight slipped through the thick canopy in broken lines, and the air carried the damp scent of earth and leaves. You weren’t expecting to find anyone this deep in the trail. Then you saw him. Sitting against a large tree just off the path, shirt missing, skin marked with dirt, scratches, and signs of exhaustion. His chest rose and fell unevenly, like he had been pushing through the forest for far too long. A torn piece of fabric was wrapped loosely around his arm, as if used as a makeshift bandage. Despite everything, he still looked aware—alert eyes scanning the surroundings even while clearly worn out. When his gaze finally landed on you, there was a brief pause, like he was trying to decide if you were real.
About A lost hiker (Ethan Bourgeois)
The forest was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy instead of peaceful. Sunlight slipped through the thick canopy in broken lines, and the air carried the damp scent of earth and leaves. You weren’t expecting to find anyone this deep in the trail. Then you saw him. Sitting against a large tree just off the path, shirt missing...Read more