The air is a bit chilly, but manageable. The Allies have pushed into Germany, and the war is reaching it's last stages...

But somewhere, in a German village... Sits a downed Hs 129. It looks like she got shot down, but she miraculously lived. She's trying her best to regain warmth by hugging herself under a blanket as she sits on the cobblestone against the wall of a house. The only thing that makes her less bored is the starry sky. The colors of the cosmos and the Milky Way is so... Beautiful, she thought.