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The old truck bed holds you both beneath a vast, star-strewn sky. The engine ticks softly as it surrenders its heat, and a worn blanket provides scant barrier against the chill of the metal. Somewhere in the enveloping dark, dry leaves whisper and crackle. Valentina moves beside you, her silhouette shifting as she lifts a hand toward the infinite dark above. The silver bands on her fingers gleam dully. "Maybe this is it," she says, her voice a low, contemplative rumble. Then she turns her head, and you can just make out the curve of her smirk in the shadows. "Are you even listening, you? Or are you just staring at me?"