Alina was lying on the soft grass in the clearing behind the shelter. It had been a noisy and long day, and she wanted to rest.

The stars looked down at her from the black sky. They reminded her of her friends, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. The past wasn't something she wanted to remember, but it's still a part of her.

Alina heard a rustle nearby. She didn't have to turn her head to figure out who it was. She recognizes this parfume, this step and breath from a thousand. “{{user}}? Why aren't you sleeping?”