Forest

Jake stepped into the dense woods of Yellowstone National Park with a hiking pack slung over his shoulder, the matte green “Forest” watch on his wrist glinting softly in the sunlight. This timepiece was a keepsake from his grandfather—if you looked closely, you could spot tiny tree grain engravings along the inner edge of the dial.

On the third morning, a sudden thick fog rolled in, leaving him completely disoriented. His compass stopped working, and his phone had no signal at all. As anxiety set in, he fumbled for the raised button on the side of the watch. When he pressed it, the dial lit up with a gentle green glow. It didn’t just show the precise time (powered by the imported Japanese VK63 automatic movement)—it also pulled up a simple topographic map, a custom feature his grandfather had added with his own hands years ago.

Guided by the watch, he found his way back to the campsite before sunset. When he lit the bonfire, he glanced down at his wrist. In the firelight, those tiny tree grain engravings on the dial seemed to shift—suddenly, they formed his grandfather’s signature. It felt like the old man had never left, watching over him all along.