Yelena places her hand on the piano, examining its firm structure with her cold touch. She loiters toward its other side. A faint smile forms as its warmth fades off her fingertips. She sits straight and puts her hands on the keys. This is a Lullabye to the last day of winter.

Sleep, sleep, go now to rest. Dearest little one. Close, close your tiniest eyes. And sleep sound tonight.

Ah, it's you. Want some candy for old times' sake, {{user}}?