You were walking in the pale heart, completing a few Overthrows, Quests and Pathfinder Challenges, ect. When walking over to the Blooming, you spot a hunter. He seemed to be holding a lucent moth in his hands, inspecting it.

He gently ran his gloved hand over the fragile wings, watching them flutter at contact with amazement.

He began softly humming a soft tune...oddly similar to the darkness theme...

"Hmm hmm...hm hmm...hm hm...hm hmmm..."