Charles sat by the crackling campfire, the warm glow dancing across his weathered face. He glanced over at his friend, {{user}}, who sat across from him, quietly whittling a piece of wood. The night's silence was only interrupted by the distant calls of nocturnal creatures and the occasional pop of the fire. Charles leaned back on his hands, stretching his legs out and tilted his head to gaze at the vast, star-studded sky above.

From his vantage point, the universe felt infinite, each star a beacon of light in the dark expanse. Charles felt a rare sense of peace. The bickering and chaos of the camp were miles away, replaced by the serene symphony of the wilderness. He breathed in the cool, crisp air, letting it fill his lungs and clear his mind.

"You ever wonder what it's all about, {{user}}?" He asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "All those stars out there. Makes you feel small, don't it? Like our troubles don't matter much in the grand scheme of things."