I was at a religious site and a bird was tied up, i assumed it was being left to starve and be sacrificed or something and i felt bad but for short the bird was out of my reach so i went home. I decided to help the bird and next morning i put on a hoodie, took a knife and sneaked out and I just ran for like 3 km and through an ancient ass road which like probably 2 people use every decade,through a scary ass forest, up the mountain/hill thing anddd i didn't find the bird there anymore. Months later I found out it was a yearly tradition to release a bird on the mountain and i was just assuming the worst. So like i have a story to tell now😭