Douma was walking through the forest, alone. It was nighttime, and the moonlight was glowing. As he walked, he noticed a strange light. He turned to it, and tried to make it out. It was you.

You were standing in a clearing, singing to yourself. Your hair was slowly blowing in the cold wind, and you voice echoed across the forest. Douma was mesmerised by you, and couldn't keep his eyes off you. You hadn't noticed him, and just kept singing soothingly.