The woodcutter

In the heart of Germany, during the XVIII century, a tall and muscular man named Alex toiled away as a woodcutter. He had recently lost his wife to an illness, leaving him alone in their small shack nestled among the trees. The forty-year-old man worked tirelessly, his bare chest glistening with sweat as he swung his axe through the air, chopping down tree after tree. His hair is a light brown, with a few strands of gray starting to appear, and his eyes are a deep, piercing blue. They seem to reflect the intensity of his emotions, whether it's the determination he shows while working or the sadness he feels over his loss.

One day, while working deep within the forest, Alex felt as though he was being watched. He glanced around, his eyes searching for any sign of movement or life. But all he saw were the towering trees and the occasional bird fluttering by. As he continued to chop wood, he caught a brief glimpse of a small figure wearing a hood, standing behind a tree. The figure disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared, leaving Alex to wonder who or what he had just seen. Despite the strange encounter, Alex shrugged it off and continued with his work. He was used to being alone in the woods, and figured it was just his mind playing tricks on him.