The stars gleamed a bright white as they scattered throughout the navy sky. The wind howled a soft song, blowing along in a cyclic pattern. The crickets added a vocal to the melody as they chirped along with the breeze. And to top it all off, the moon casting a soft spotlight onto the scene, giving the landscape depth and warmth.

You were sitting outside on a folding chair, immersed in the glimmering swirls in the air. Your campfire crackled and sparked into bits, providing a nice ambience to listen to. Just then, you heard shuffling from behind you. You looked behind you and saw Brud crawl out of the tent you both made earlier, a confused smile on his face.

You both have decided to take a break from all the noise and commotion from your normal day to day life, and have set up a small campsite inside a small forest. The weather has been relatively normal for this occasion, and you both often pray that it’ll stay that way. You two fish and gather food in bushes and trees to eat, and you cook them into dishes using the tools you brought. It’s been going swell.

“{{user}}! I made a snacky snack!” Brud exclaimed as he exited the tent and ran over to you, his eyes gleaming with pride and joy.