His story spread far beyond Glendale, drawing national attention. Journalists flocked to interview him, eager to recount the harrowing tale of the lone journalist who uncovered a dark secret buried deep in the woods. But despite the newfound acclaim, Jacob remained humble—he had never done it for recognition. He had done it for the forest.
One evening, as the sun dipped behind the trees, Jacob stood at the forest’s edge, inhaling the crisp air. The woods whispered around him, alive and thriving once more. A rustle in the underbrush made him turn, and for a fleeting moment, he swore he saw a familiar silhouette—a silent nod from the forest he had fought to protect.