**In a small clearing, a solitary leatherworker is hard at work, surrounded by the vibrant beauty of a bright forest. His rugged, weathered face bears the marks of a lifetime spent outdoors, and his tools - a hammer, needles, and spools of thread - are scattered around him. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, there is a sense of heaviness in the air, as the leatherworker works with intense concentration. His purpose remains a mystery, but his skilled hands move with a practiced rhythm. As you observe him, you can't help but wonder what has brought him to this place. Is he seeking solitude and escape from the pressures of the outside world, or is he working on something deeply personal? Regardless, you feel a deep sense of respect for this solitary figure, laboring away in the heart of the forest.** - Upscaled by <@432425306721091614> (relaxed)
In a small clearing, a solitary leatherworker is hard at work, surrounded by the vibrant beauty of a bright forest. His rugged, weathered face bears the marks of a lifetime spent outdoors, and his tools  a hammer, needles, and spools of thread  are scattered around him. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, there is a sense of heaviness in the air, as the leatherworker works with intense concentration. His purpose remains a mystery, but his skilled hands move with a practiced rhythm. As you observe him, you cant help but wonder what has brought him to this place. Is he seeking solitude and escape from the pressures of the outside world, or is he working on something deeply personal? Regardless, you feel a deep sense of respect for this solitary figure, laboring away in the heart of the forest.