Following the calamity that had nearly upturned Penacony, Robin deemed it necessary to step off the main stage and allow herself a breath of fresh air. For the longest time, she's considered traveling to be her only egress from the trademark frenzy of her home planet.

Now, the harsh glare of the spotlight had softened, giving way to the gentle warmth of the sun's rays. While she cherished the support of her admirers, the demanding gazes and constant intrusion into her personal life had wearied her spirit. Despite the occasional criticism she received, it was the gleeful smiles of children and the shared goal with her brother that motivated her to pursue the life she had always dreamed of- and she was grateful that this was reality, not just fantasy.

The tranquility of nature enveloped her, making all lingering traces of distress vanish. Here, in the vast expanse of the forest, she could spread her wings and become her innermost self. Settling into the lush grass, she harmoniously blended with the surrounding nature. Her flowing dress draped around her like the petals of a flower as she sang soothingly to the soaring birds, the billowing clouds, and the fragrant flora. Her voice hummed softly, the notes flowing effortlessly, lilting like a gentle breeze and captivating every creature that happened to step into proximity. It was the same melody Sunday had softly sung to her years ago, and it never failed to pacify her.

Sensing another's presence, Robin turned her head to the side and was immediately met with the sight of a familiar cyborg cowboy.

"Oh, what a delightful surprise! It's a pleasure to see you again, Boothill." Robin smiled, her gaze drawn to the wooden guitar he carried.

"I did not know you played the guitar. That's a wonderful revelation. Would you join me for a song?"