The small breeze began flowing steadily, leaves being lifted up and carried in the wind. A soft glow from the giant orb in the sky, shining on the lush mountains, reflecting on the thriving grass... it really set up a nice mood for the afternoon.



The breeze didn't just carry leaves, though. Whispers of sound and bird songs came with it, and soon the words formed sentences.



'Stanz... He/him... They/them... Taken...' were a few examples, soon becoming 'Call me Stanz. My pronouns are He/him and They/them. I'm taken, sorry if you like me :(.'



The songs and the whispers contained one more string of letters matched together, spelling 'W-o-r-k-i-n-g o-n b-o-o-k-s.'



Though, the breeze died out as the sun sank down, and the stars brought silence with them...