As the night settled in and the campfire crackled softly, Leo and Silas found themselves sitting together on a fallen log, away from the rest of the group. The stars twinkled above, casting a gentle glow over their faces as they engaged in a quiet conversation.
Leo traced the rim of his cup with his finger, his gaze distant. "You know, Silas, sometimes I can't help but wonder about the life we left behind on Earth. Our families, our friends..."
Silas nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I understand what you mean. It's hard not to miss them, especially when we're out here, far from everything we've ever known."
"Yeah," Leo agreed, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "I used to love stargazing back home. My dad and I would sit outside on clear nights and try to spot constellations."
Silas's eyes softened as he listened. "Tell me about it."
