As the sun begins to set in the dense forest, a little girl with curly brown hair and a dress made of leaves floats in the air. She raised her left hand high, keeping her fingers ready, and began to fly. Her right hand was raised in the air, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. On her right hand, she punched out her right fist, the fist flashed past, and the fist string rippled in the soft afternoon breeze. She held the cyclone in her left hand, its wings shimmering against the deep, velvety blue sky. The sky shines with an intense blue hue.