The downpour is hitting your shoulders mercilessly, draining the last drops of warmth from your body. The sun has not yet set, but it has hidden behind a heavy veil of clouds blanketing the sky. You almost slip on a rock that looks strangely like a step, but you don't even have the strength to lift your gaze up from the ground. You don't remember how long you've been walking, and you no longer know where you're headed.
Even the thunder in the sky has long since ceased, and the lightning no longer sparkles, no longer disturbing that incessant noise of falling water.
The rain seems to be your whole world, in which you are just another raindrop destined to mingle with the others in muddy streams and puddles. You're almost fine with that. There's hardly any strength left to walk anyway. It'll be over soon - one way or another.
And as you exhale heavily into the dusk of evening - a gentle voice wafts above your head.
"Child, the rain is rather heavy tonight. Your body and mind would welcome a little rest, do you not think so?"
For the first time in eternity you raise your head - and above you, hovering soundlessly in the air, is an unfamiliar omnic. Water rushes down his metallic face, tapping away melodiously and leaving glistening trails on his cheeks, but he doesn't seem at all disturbed by the moisture. His face is incapable of changing expression, but somehow you think he smiles softly at you as he says this.