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Under the fading light of dusk, the forest was quiet except for the sound of insects whispering in the tall grass. Beneath a large ancient tree, a young Hmong man lay sleeping. His clothes were dark and traditional — black from head to toe — and a red sash was tied neatly around his waist. His shoes, black and dusty, rested beside him as if he had walked a long way before finally drifting into sleep. The air grew colder. The wind, once gentle, began to carry strange murmurs — like someone softly humming a forgotten tune. From behind the tree’s roots, something moved.