「Prelude」

December 1931 Western Manhattan

That sound touched people's hearts profoundly like running water. In the clear morning sky, the dawn sunlight shone down on the city that was enveloped by a soothing melody. That sound almost made people feel a little lonely, a little melancholic. As though all sorrow was to end, as though greeting the new beginning of everything. Under the endless sky, in the still city, the air was stirred. The city blanketed by fog was dyed a single color.