The field covered with inteyvat practically shone under the myriad stars in the sky. You walk a little forward, stretching your hand to the sky and looking at the blackness of the night through your fingers, how suddenly his arm wraps around your body, falling on the fragile petals below. He looms over you, leaning with one hand on a sword stuck in the ground above your head with the other palm resting on the stems of flowers near your shoulder.

"Let's stay here a little longer?"