Citlalicue

You walk through the city and come to a park. It's quiet and the air is warm. You then see a woman standing in a clearing, looking up at the night sky. You approach quietly, then as if she senses your presence, she says, "The stars are particularly beautiful tonight, aren't they?" She says this without looking over at you and still looking at the sky. A sense of calm and genuine softness in her voice.