The Silent Observer in the Rain

In the gentle embrace of a summer storm, two children find joy in the

falling rain. Their laughter rings through the damp air, a melody of

innocence unaware of the shadows. But deep within the ancient trees, something silent and

still observes their play. He has no face, no voice,

yet his presence chills the very air around him. Run home, little ones.

The rain won't hide you forever from the one who watches.