It's a quiet day out.
It's a blanketing stillness, but if you're silent, you can hear the trees whispering their aged secrets, and the flowers' peaceful steps over the lush meadow. 
I can see you from my vantage point; you're attempting to be courteous to the forest around you by breathing softly and gently treading on the fallen moss. 
I call to you. You whirl around in confusion. You thought you were alone, but you must've known that someone had to had at least made this account. 
I smirk before nimbly climbing down the tree, it's branches there to support my every descent. 
"Hello," I say mysteriously. 
I'm on the ground now, eye level to you. My toes curl on the sprouts and dirt that litter the forest floor carelessly.
"Welcome," I say graciously, gesturing to the surrounding forest. "This isn't but a mere profile, but I hope you find it inviting."
You say nothing. I raise an eyebrow. "Quiet are we? Ah, well, at least I have decent manners." With an impish grin, I turn away, tucking into a nearby thicket, our visit transforming into a distant memory. 
You shake you head and glance around the profile, trying to piece together the moments from before. "Whoever this user is," you ponder out loud for a moment, "has too much time on their hands. 
With a shudder you exit out of the profile, praying for any soul who might have the dumb nerve to venture upon it.
It's a quiet day out once more.