Once upon a time, there was a young girl who dreamed of one day flying high with the birds, amoung the stars and clouds. So, on the eve of her 15th birthday, she slipped out of her room wearing nothing but a silk sleeping gown. Suddenly, wind started to whip around her, throwing her long red hair about. She let out a childish laugh, for the sensation reminded her of running through a golden wheat field or the soft kiss of rabbits fur. The girl floated over seas and mountains, forests and fields. The magic of the night always clung to her pale skin. The girl had always dreamed of flying. So she did.