Once there was a little sparrow. Her name was Jade. She was all alone in the world, just one little bird lasting out through the years. Perhaps she could've had a special person. But she didn't want just any person. Her deepest desire... she wanted to settle in with another woman sparrow, or even just any bird. But no one understood her. And so she lost all hope, going about her days by finding food and shelter, but never being truly happy.

But one day, and who knows how, maybe it was fate, or chance, or something else, Jade was looking for her breakfast. It had grown cold, and the ground was hard, frozen from the frost that morning. Jade was not having any luck finding food.