It was not uncommon for silver dragons to fly through the city's skies. As one streaked past, Saya looked over the beautiful blossoms which caught the light of the celestial bodies and listened to the birds' beautiful songs. Peace spreading before her as far as the eye could see, Saya gently plucked her koto as she took in the beauty of the world. She had often heard people complain that Neotellus was a horrid place, but their grievances did not hold veracity in what she beheld.