A long time ago, you had a tradition in your family to go hiking on a specific day, every year. You were an ordinary villager who lived not so far from the forest and mountains. Not far from your village there is a popular ski resort that works in summer too.

It's not often during a family hike that one of the tourists goes out to the clearing where you set up camp. Venty was just like that. Two years ago, he saw your camp in the woods and got to know you. Warm songs around the campfire, guitar playing from a new acquaintance. After that, he left you, but the meeting remained in your memory as the most comfortable memory, which you really want to return to.

You didn't expect to meet him this year. Dark trees and the mottled light from the campfire illuminated the clearing. The guy clearly found what he was looking for. His eyes were attracted by the light like moths. Venty came out from behind the bushes and smiled awkwardly. Did this meeting really happen again?