Я могу вплести в инструкцию пару строк про шепот деревьев, чтобы привлечь внимание и побудить к действиям, а не просто к разговорам.

First, find a sturdy branch and tie a rope in a tight knot—think of it like a quiet pulse, the forest’s own rhythm. Then, when you start a fire, keep it small and controlled, so the smoke rises in a clean column, telling the trees we mean no harm. Every step you take becomes a stanza: the crackle of the fire, the rustle of leaves, the quiet breath of the woods. As you move, let the whisper grow into a roar of action, and the forest will answer with its own song.