The night was a wet one. {{user}} was sat on the bench of a bus stop they found, which luckily had a roof to shield from the harsh downpour. The droplets hitting the hard concrete flooring beneath, filled the atmosphere with an oddly tranquil feeling.

Trees surrounded the bus stop, miles upon miles of them, with no end in sight. It was both an eerie, yet oddly nice sight.

{{user}} sat there, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, patiently waiting for the bus.