The classroom in the forest, with wooden floors, a wooden roof, and desks and chairs grained with wood patterns—the snow outside piled high on the tree leaves, but inside the room remained warm.
The ocarina's gentle prelude began, echoing in the silent classroom, transporting one to a distant world.
Soon, light-hearted singing and drumbeats joined in, starting with one voice, then two, their harmonies layering over one another, unique rhythms within the unity. More instruments joined, the tinkle of bells, the sound of flutes—among the resonating harmonies, the slightly mischievous humming of elvish melodies enriched the texture and depth of the composition.
