Day 1 Swift

"She sneaked trough the branches and trees, a vicious spirit of the wind called upon her poor preys. Smoothly and soundlessly danced in the air, playing same sweet melody for years. Luring men exhausted with their tiredness to lay below a tree diving into dream sounds of flute. As soon as their heavy eyelids collapse, she cut them down and rips out their poor souls, realising them into the air to move swiftly with a wind and howl upon anothers".