[Midna appears to be cleaning up the costume area a bit. Or, at least, she is pulling things out and rearranging them before putting them away again. Every time she finds a mask, she holds it up, inspecting it minutely. Most of them get put back where she found them, but there's a small pile to the side.]

[She picks up another (strangely familiar) mask and sits down, cradling it in her hands. She looks a bit surprised when she opens her mouth and starts to sing.]

[One can't say that it isn't a haunting melody, though.]

( Ontas kritela nosontolis )