It was a couple of hours after midnight and Ariaya was sleeping soundly in her quilted queen sized bed. Her walls were bare, except for maybe a Cross and a small poster of Eeyore. It was these two things and the vibrant light orange color of her walls that brought life to her room. A gust of wind blew her white curtains away from the open window as a piece of sheet music, orginally covering half of Ariaya's hand, was pushed by the breeze and slowly fell to the ground where it calmly landed. Her now uncovered hand revealed a black, wooden piccolo clutched tightly in-between her thin fingers that seemed to still be in playing position.

A seed trapped between two abnormally large leaves from an archaic tree broke free with the help of a current of air and was flung towards Ariaya's window, where it oddly landed on the ridge. At that moment, the wind angrily blew against the window, causing it to close and thus smashed the seed into gold, sparkling dust which slowly floated towards, and settled into the minute cracks of the wooden piccolo which was momentarily enveloped in a goldish glow soon after.

Ariaya still slept soundly.. unaware.