Song by Tarja Turunen.

Toa Mahri Hahli walked slowly through the streets of Ko-Metru. It was winter, so the district was covered in a fresh sheet of pure white snow. It was also Naming Day, so those Matoran who have shown the most work effort in rebuilding Metru Nui would be rewarded at the Coliseum.

Earlier that morning, Hahli and Jaller had helped Turaga Nuju decorate Matoro's old dwelling for the holiday. Nuju had tried to be welcoming and helpful, but the Toa of Water knew he was hurting, more than anyone else. The loss of his heroic friend weighed hard on him; Vakama had often said he seemed distracted when he was at meetings with the other elders.

Hahli turned past her old partner's home and stopped before the stone memorial next to it. It was a six-foot flat piece of silver stone, capped with snow and carved with the images of a Great Akaku, a Great Iden and a Great Tryna. Beneath them Matoro's name was expertly crafted by the Po-Matoran Hafu.

The blue-armored Toa placed the bunch of red and white flowers she had picked from Ga-Metru the day before. Hahli had "talked" to Matoro several times here, bringing him information from the daily lives of his friends. He was gone, but Hahli had always felt as though he were here when she came, listening to what she had to say. She knew that this was his favorite time of year and his favorite holiday. The Toa of Ice had often said how wonderful it was to see everyone together and happy for at least one day a year. Hahli stood and stared at the memorial for a long moment before speaking.

"The winter left her blanket

here this morning

A soft and gentle coverlet of white

Unfolded in the shadows of the dawn,

it sparkled in the early morning light..."

Hahli reached out and brushed the mask carvings with her hand, then traced the letters of Matoro's name with her fingers. As she did this, she said,

"You would have loved this...

You would have loved this

This was your favorite time of day"

She looked over at his home, through the window with the candle. She gazed at the plantlife on his mantle, and the decorated tree in the corner. She then turned back to the stone and her friend.

"The greenery is laid across the mantle

And ornaments are hanging on the tree

And cradled in the windowsill's a candle

A beacon in the night

to call you back to me..."

Hahli dropped to her knees, ignoring the cold snow in the joints of her armor. Her wing-like fins twitched and drooped a little.

"You would have loved this

You always loved this

I know you loved this time of year

And though I understand,

one day again I'll see you,

I long to touch your hand,

hear your voice,

feel you

You would have loved this

You always loved this

Oh, how you loved..."

Toa Hahli choked on her words. The realization that this would be the first holiday season without Matoro finally sank in. She at last hung her head, dropped on all fours, and wept for her lost friend.