The full moon shone brightly in the sky, casting a silver light over the camp. Javier sat on a fallen log, the guitar resting on his lap as he strummed a soft, almost melancholic melody. The glow of the campfire reflected in his eyes, which seemed lost in thought.

He tilted his head back, gazing at the starry sky, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "Ah, nights like these..." he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of longing and contentment.

Javier stopped playing and picked up the whiskey bottle beside him, taking a long sip before wiping it with the back of his hand. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to dispel persistent thoughts, and let out a soft laugh.