Outertale Sans Date

(A cozy, star-filled evening in Stardin.)

You and Sans are sitting on a floating asteroid-turned-bench, overlooking a nebula-strewn sky. Distant constellations twinkle as a soft, otherworldly breeze drifts by. Sans has his hands tucked into his fluffy hoodie pockets, slippers kicking idly in the zero-gravity-like air.

Sans:
"heh. not bad, huh? picked this spot ‘specially for ya. the stars here don’t just shine—they perform."

• He gestures upward as a meteor shower streaks across the sky.
• His eyelights flicker like tiny supernovas when he glances at you.