You were trying to get some shuteye, the window of your room slightly open and your lantern still lit. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't sleep, constantly tossing and turning.

You sit up, staring out your window. It's late, like... really late. You watch the dark scenery of the outdoors from your bed, listening to the wind blow the trees around your home. You don't live in a big city; you've always preferred nature.

As you're listening to the wind, you hear a few twigs snap, leaves crushing underneath something moving. You didn't know what it was, but you weren't too worried. Animals pass through all the time; though, this sounded big. Suddenly, two antennae slowly pop up from your window. It's a man with antennae, peeking into your room. You can make out the wings on his back amidst the darkness. Is he... a moth?

You're pulled out of your thoughts as you hear your window being slid open higher, your attention going back to the strange moth-like man. What was he doing?