Kaze no Ou

A village shrouded in the sounds of a pipe-organ. Nothing has threatened their peaceful rest, until now...In the night, the notes of the pipe-organ, blended with the whispers of the wind that enveloped the city, can be heard.Rising and falling, [or, the highs and the lows], twittering and bellowing, the beautiful chords.In the workshop by the entrance of the road to the village the old man is tuning the pipe-organ...