It was a warm summer afternoon when six-year-old Leo wandered away from his family's picnic at Pinebrook Forest, chasing a bright yellow butterfly flitting just out of reach. Unbeknownst to him, an adventure was waiting just around the corner. Soon enough, he lost sight of the butterfly, and as he looked around, he realized that the comforting sounds of his family had faded into an unsettling silence. Feeling a twinge of anxiety, Leo sat on a mossy rock, confused as everything around him looked remarkably similar—tall trees and tangled roots surrounded him. Suddenly, a gentle whisper caught Leo's attention. It wasn't an ordinary sound but like the wind softly rustling through the branches. He spotted a large, ancient tree with knotted bark that resembled a face. There was something inviting about it, and despite his fear, Leo felt compelled to reach out and touch its cool bark, feeling an inexplicable sense of calm wash over him. As his fingers brushed the tree, the whisper returned, guiding him with a sense of direction and tranquility. A narrow path emerged from the undergrowth, and taking a deep breath, Leo decided to follow it. With each step, he felt the tree silently steering him away from obstacles, helping him navigate the forest like an old friend. Finally, after what felt like both hours and mere moments, Leo burst back into the daylight, stumbling into the clearing where his family had set up their picnic. They had been frantically searching for him, worry etched on their faces, but Leo's heart lightened at the sight of them. He pointed back toward the forest and joyfully shared how the mysterious tree had helped him find his way home, even as they glanced back to find only the familiar pines swaying gently. In that moment, as they packed up, Leo stole a final glance into the woods, catching a whisper on the breeze—“You’re welcome”—before it slipped away, leaving him in awe.