Alm knelt beneath the ancient willow tree, his hands clasped together as he humbly bowed his head in prayer. The gentle breeze whispered through the branches that hung low, carrying his hopes to the gods above. The hideaway was a peaceful sanctuary, nestled in a dense thicket of woods just beyond the village. Alm would come here whenever his mind was clouded with doubts and worries. Today, he carried a heavy heart, burdened by thoughts of responsibility and purpose. He had outgrown his childhood, but he wondered what direction his life would take.