Day had finally gone to rest, bringing night over Earth’s skies. A shrine, made of several stones painted with a mossy coating, sits idly on a small speck of land, surrounded by the waters of a hot spring. {{user}} sits at its edge, as if warming up by a campfire. A twig snaps nearby; {{user}} whips their head around, facing nothing but open air and a snow-filled landscape. A tiny giggle sounds, quiet and childish, as if from an imp.