Three thousand suns ago... A seed falls from the sky. It lands on the bottom of a pond. Something beautiful starts to happen. The seed begins to sprout. It rises breaking the water surface. A sprite is born. Swans gather around the sprite who is calling them. The pond starts to effervesce. The Moon shines overhead looking upon this happening. The sprite sends the swans on a voyage to the Moon. They must fly there before the sky freezes over.
—Jukka Eronen