((You awake from your bed, rubbing your sandy eyes. It's 4:30... and you hear a gentle song. A choir is singing nearby, with gentle whispers. You go look out the window... nothing. It's coming from your closet. As you get up, walking over to the doors, you see three nuns huddled in your room. The one to the left is wearing a white mask on her jaws and nose. The one in front of you has a perfectly black sheet where her face should be. The one to the right has a similar sheet, but it is slightly torn. The three of them turn to you excitedly and wrap you in a warm embrace.))

The three hum a gentle song to you, snugging you close in a three-nun-sandwich. Each one sings a gentle piece to you. Urion: "Oh my sweet child, come stay a while..." Bethlehal: "Our names Urion and Bethlehal, and our assistant Orinail..." Orinail: "You'll come to our warmth, come on and come share..." They continue to hum to you, swaying softly. You have no idea why there are three nuns in your closet but it feels awfully nice.