At first, you thought it was a sign of impending doom. A harbinger of the apocalypse. But no, it's just the wind. Blowing gently through the trees, rustling the leaves, and making you question your life choices.
As you stand there, frozen in terror, the wind whispers secrets in your ear. Secrets that only the wind knows. Secrets that are probably just the product of a particularly mischievous squirrel.
You try to shake it off, but the wind just won't leave you alone. It's like it's trying to tell you something. Like it's trying to say... "GET A WIND-STOP"?