There's a drunkard on the streets of Beloberg. People don't know where he comes from, they only know he calls himself Wendy. He's easygoing and optimistic, often playing with children, and singing songs from foreign lands they've never heard of before. He sings about freedom, saying that beyond the giant wall there's more than just snow and rifts. There's also a rabbit-shaped basin, a train flying in the starry sky, and a sea of ​​trees that never withers. Everyone says this is a fantasy that Wendy had when he was drunk and nearly froze to death on the street—but there are always people who like all the beauty he sings about. Whenever this happens, he always looks at you gently and speaks softly. "If you're trapped in a windless place, I'll play the song of the sky."