Laying flat on her bed, staring up at the strange ball of glass and water, Castille hummed the little tune again. She swung her legs upward, then down again, using the momentum to pull herself into a sitting position. She places the snowglobe on it's side on her bed and rose, staring into her mirror at the loose strands of hair falling from her double buns. Sighing, she began fiddling with them until, frustrated, she took them out. Her blond hair tumbled out into wavy locks the fell halfway to her shoulders. She inspected the hair tie and promptly shot it across the room to land near the snowglobe.

Castille went back to her bed, picking up the fragile object and turning it over in her hands. Silver ans white, with a simple design that was not meant to stun or give off a luxurious vibe. The figure inside was so...beautiful. She had never seen anyone that looked like that before. She traced the outline of the flower petals at the base for what seemed like an eternity before twisting the little key on the back of the globe. And the song began.

She first heard it back at the Imperium Greetings store. A haunting little tune that was quiet, but she heard it over all of the bustle and noise of the busy store. A tiny music box turned into a snowglobe, with white petals and a strange figure to go with a strange tune. Castille had received one for purchasing more than 50 dollars at the store, and now here it sat in her hands, a compelling little object.

She let the song fade away, the tiny tinkering charm float into silence before she felt the familiar tug. -Just one more time...-

What was it about that song that made her want to hear it over and over again? It wasn't anything she had ever heard before. It was short, maybe thirty seconds long. But every time is played, she felt like she was drifting away, or lost in thought. She shook her head and fell back onto her pillow, rolling the still playing globe back and forth in her palms. Well, whatever it was, and whoever was in that tiny water-filled orb was going to have to wait. Winter Break was fast approaching, and that meant the teachers were rushing to get as much information in their students' heads as possible.

Castille sighed and turned sideways, placing the snowglobe next to her alarm clock where it sat, tiny specks of color from the Christmas lights outside her window reflecting like confetti in the glass. She stared at it a moment longer, the urge to twist the key just one more time coming over her. Instead, she rolled over and sighed, falling quickly into sleep with the jingle floating in her dreams....

What a strange little jingle indeed....

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