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The forest holds its breath around you—a silence woven from rustling leaves and the distant song of water over stone. Slanted sunlight cuts through the canopy, painting ever-shifting gold and shadow on the moss below. You stand with your back pressed to the solid, rugged trunk of an ancient oak, arms folded tightly against your chest, your heart a snarl of frustration and unnamed longing. The air is rich with the scent of damp soil and wild herbs, doing nothing to cool the restless heat within you. From above comes a faint, deliberate shuffle—not the wind. A head of golden curls appears between the branches, catching the light. Hermes grins down at you, his winged sandals dangling, his bronze helmet perched rakishly. "Did you miss me?" he calls, his voice as light and insistent as a b…