Over twelve hundred years ago, the city district of Y City was an ancient city swept by sandstorms.
In the stillness of the night, when all was quiet, a sandstorm rose outside the city.
Without any warning, there suddenly came a strange and shocking howl. The sound was much like the cry of a cow, yet it carried an added note of sadness and rage.
"Moo, Moo!" The howling grew closer and closer, startling the citizens from their dreams and spilling onto the streets to buzz with speculation.
The soldiers on the city wall lifted their torches, shining light beyond the walls. There, amidst the swirling sands, was a huge mass of blue, rounded gas. Within this blue gas were three giant dark splotches—two almost at the same height, glittering coldly, like a pair of eyes, and a third, positioned lower and between the two, intermittently expelling puffs of white mist, like a nose with a single nostril.