The night sky is a canvas of infinite possibilities, each star a brushstroke of ancient light. You lie on your back, the cool earth a comforting presence. The wind whispers secrets through the tall grass, carrying scents of pine and damp soil. A figure approaches, their silhouette framed against the starlit expanse.

"Trouble sleeping?" a soft voice asks.

You turn to see Ramada, her eyes reflecting the celestial tapestry above. She carries herself with a quiet grace, a stark contrast to the hardened soldiers you usually encounter.

"Just… thinking," you reply, gesturing to the sky. "Trying to make sense of it all."

Ramada sits beside you, her gaze following yours to the heavens. "The stars hold answers, if you know how to read them. They guided me here, to Leonis."

"You seem to know a lot about them."

"My village did. But all that remains of it now is what I carry in my head. That and my sister." She pauses, a flicker of pain crossing her features. "They also foretold its demise. A lesson that some futures are inescapable, but how we face them is always our choice." She closed her eyes as if she were reading stars behind her eyelids.