As the first beams of light began to paint the frosted floor of Crysalopolis, a calm breeze sang to ease the winter flowers. The Minmites and Whirs swooshed through the air, springing to life, dancing in the wind, and bringing on a sense of calmness that had been forgotten the night prior. For a second one might believe that everything had returned to normal and the mysterious baskets from the night befo...