A soft, lovely feminine voice sings a quiet lullaby
Momoka is young, looking no older than 6 or 7. She's suffering from a fever, after all she was always quite sickly. A warm towel over her head, the barely recognizable woman cares for her, sharing her snowy pale complexion and black hair. She almost seems like a guardian angel.
No words are spoken. Just that soothing song.
The surroundings are... ill-lit, almost making the woman seem brighter. But it is a large bedroom, with cold, if high-quality wooden floors. And her robe and bedding are of the finest silk.
One of the windows slide open...