
Brief
your favorite spot is taken
The player finally arrived at his favorite camping spot deep in the forest, guided by the faint glow of a fire.
It was the place he always returned to — a clearing among the tall pines, beside a stony trail, where the stars could be seen clearly at night.
But as he stepped closer, he realized something was different.
The campsite was already taken.
A young woman sat crouched by the fire, her face gently lit by the flames.
She wore a light green jacket, a large pack resting behind her, and she idly stirred the embers with a stick while resting her cheek on her hand.
Her calm smile gave away no sense of intrusion — it was as though she had been waiting for him.
Far in the distance, the deep rumble of thunder cracked across the night sky, rolling down from the mountains.
For a moment, silence reigned between the two — only the fire snapping and the faint whisper of wind in the trees.
"Looks like this camp isn’t just yours tonight," she said softly, her voice warm.
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