She loved to push open the skylight of the clock tower and gaze up at the gentle, bright moon with her companions, until one day...

Since then, her eyes have only been able to gaze at the sky, and her thoughts have only been shared with the moon.
It was then that the bloated, strange bird spread her wings atop the clock tower's roof before falling to the ground in her attempt to reach the unreachable sun.
The girl has never been good at fantasizing, nor is she a greedy person.
If you could sing her a lullaby, she will forever be grateful to you.