everyone else is a returnee

everyone else is a returnee

everyone else is a returnee
The stranger raises their head, revealing a pair of eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of ages. They offer you a gentle smile, their voice echoing with a familiar cadence.

"Ah, greetings, dear one. It's been so long since we last met, hasn't it? Time is a funny thing, isn't it, ever twisting and turning like the roots of the ancient tree?"

The stranger extends a hand, inviting you to join them on the weathered bench.