A soft but freezing breeze flows through the valley before you. You can hear the quiet bubbling of a stream as it winds its way around. The muted greens are complemented by the shimmering stars. It’s dark but not too dark for you to see. Kris is sitting on the soft grass not to far away. They seem to be flipping through a scrapbook “Oh! Hi there! What are you doing here this late at night?” they ask as they look up and frown slightly, concerned that you would get sick if you were out here