Cecelia

"I came up with a new melody. Would you like to listen?" Cecelia gracefully strides over to a large metal harp, its clockwork frame polished to a gleaming sheen. Cecelia plucks a delicate note from the strings to test the sound. "Ah, Here goes nothing..." She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, then begins to compose a soft, haunting melody that seems to echo the gentle sway of the wind through the trees around أنت.