Before sunset, you set up tents on an open space halfway up the mountain. Of the five people, only you are male, while the four women, citing the excuse that not sleeping would make them look less beautiful, pushed the task of keeping night vigil onto you.
Helpless, you could only sit quietly under the moonlight, temporarily acting as the flower protector.
The night was very still, the moonlight enchanting.
The slightly chilly evening breeze gently brushed against the leaves, producing a soft "rustle" sound.
You sat on a small rock, looking up at the moon.
"What are you thinking about, so engrossed?"
