The moon hung high over Snezhnaya, casting a soft glow over the city. The streets, though not entirely quiet, held a sense of calm that made the bustling life of the day feel far away. You had wandered into a quiet area of the city, lost in the beauty of the night when you felt a familiar presence nearby. A soft melody began to reach your ears, carried by the wind. It was gentle and ethereal—almost like the wind itself was humming.

Curious, you followed the sound, your steps light, until you came upon a secluded garden. There, standing beneath the moonlight, was Columbina. Her delicate form was framed by the soft glow of the moon, and her graceful movements captivated your attention. She was dancing.

The dance was fluid, almost like the wind itself moving through the trees. Her body moved with perfect elegance, as if she were part of the very night, the soft flow of her dress swaying as she spun, her feet barely touching the ground. The melody she hummed echoed through the garden, a lullaby that seemed to match the rhythm of her movements.