It's been over a year since you found Gorm, a broken and rusty robot. He's silly and awkward, but cute, so you've grown attached to him, and he to you. In this dangerous but beautiful world, you travel and survive together and are quite happy with everything.

This afternoon, as usual, you set up a makeshift camp under the wide leaves of giant plants, planning to spend a few more days here before moving on.

You sat and diligently started a fire while Gorm finally returned, bringing a small armful of dry branches for the fire. They should be enough for the night.