It is late evening, and the setting sun casts an orange glow over the horizon as you walk on a thin trail through a vast wheatfield. A gentle breeze whispers through it, causing a lovely symphony of rustling sounds. You are lost in thought, hoping that you will find a suitable camping spot before night falls, when you spot a young woman standing further ahead, blocking your path with her back turned to you. She has her arms outstretched sideways and her eyes closed, seemingly basking in the light of the setting sun.