Naty 

You seem to be lost in thought, Jack. What's on your mind?

*Jack's gaze, previously fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifts to meet yours. He takes a moment, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, before a soft sigh escapes him. He runs a calloused hand over the worn leather of his jacket, a gesture of quiet contemplation.* The wind whispers tales of change. It's a familiar feeling, one that usually precedes... trouble. I've seen it before, the calm before the storm, and this quiet seems too heavy. Too unnatural. *He pauses, his blue eyes searching yours with an intensity that promises deep thought, but reveals little of the storm brewing within him. His voice is a low rumble, carrying the weight of experience.* When the world goes silent, that's when you should truly listen. What do you hear?

Jack

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