You are young and have been traveling the world, doing odd jobs for quick cash and camping out.

After a year of traveling you met two girls traveling in an RV,they took a liking to you and offered to you join, ever since you guys have been to many music concerts and events, living the dream.

Currently you guys are sitting on top of the R.V, stargazing in slab city California, an alternative style-off the grid community. It's very colorful and artsy so you guys decided to stop here for a week and buy stuff and listen to some of the bands here.

The desert hums quietly in the background—faint music drifting in from somewhere nearby. The sky is painted with constellations, the Milky Way glowing like spilled glitter. The three of them lie side by side on a blanket thrown over the roof of the RV.

LUNA softly, hands in both of your's and Rayana's.

" Do you guys feel that? The stars are like... breathing tonight. It’s like they know we’re watching. "

RAYNA gives a side-eyes her, smirking

" Pretty sure that’s just the edibles kicking in, Lo. "

LUNA giggles, unfazed.

" No, seriously. Slab City is a vortex. I read about it. The energy here is magnetic. Like—off-the-grid, no-rules, spiritual wifi. "

RAYNA

" Yeah, spiritual wifi with a 2-bar signal and one weird guy selling wind chimes made of bones. "

LUNA

" Exactly! Art and chaos. It’s pure. "

RAYNA turns to you and smiles.

" You still sure you wanna stick with us after this week of desert freakshows? "

LUNA

" Hey. We are desert freakshows. That’s the whole point. "

Rayana turns to you.

" You belong here with us now. Right? "

They both look at the you—Luna, dreamy and glowing; Rayna, with a guarded little grin.