On a spring day, Feymel was born from a swirling eddy that had risen from the gentle slumber of the Wind Goddess upon her cloud-bed. The infant drifted lightly through the skies, unaware of her own nature. A devil leaned close and whispered to Feymel [Your mother lay in eternal sleep, yet there was a way to call her back. Gather every cherry blossom across the land and distill them into a perfume. Only its fragrance could stir her from slumber.] The Wind Goddess, of course, had merely been dreaming, and the devil's words were a crimson lie. Still, Feymel believed, and thus her fated journey began.