“Sing it freely,” they said. Now the jam is a total mess!

They often hover at low altitudes, paying attention to every movement on the beach and causing a ruckus.

The seaweed mixed in the food of Chirpis dyes their feathers with the color of the waves.

Chirpis living in the highlands have feathers the color of fallen leaves. Fluffy hair covers their eyes, adding a casual vibe.

Ambitious Chirpi practices its whistling somewhere quiet, determined to amaze everyone one day.

When Chirpi spots a courting pair, it cannot help whistling to cheer them on. More often than not, it only ruins the moment.

Chirpi eagerly joins the chorus, tuning its pitch and training its ear for music.

The cheerful trombone plays the joyful voice.

The trumpet plays in high pitch and spirit.

The tuba’s low tones convey steadiness and strength.

They like having fun and producing rhythmic music, so don’t be surprised to see a grand symphony.

They love walking in the sea breeze and are always in a good mood. Sometimes they just start playing and dancing.

Trombers living in the highlands love to stroll in the sunlight, playing melodious tunes from their flower-shaped horns accompanied by the mountain breeze.

What could match the lively rhythm of a trombone better than a playful whistle?

Rainy days may feel gloomy, but Tromber finds the patter of raindrops lively enough to play along with.

A Tromber perches on a stone pillar, humming as it watches a young Nimbi couple caught in the rain, desperate to cuddle but unable to get close. It finds the whole thing very entertaining.

Trombers are known as "singers in the rain," yet I found one on a sunny day. For a moment, I thought I had discovered a mutated Tromber. Turns out, it was just obsessed with gossip.

That couple fighting~ so dramatic~ couldn’t look away~

But Tubster~ is the only one~ who can sing that low~ The only one~

They can produce loud, piercing noises that resonate throughout the entire beach just to draw attention.

Standing on a high reef, they practice diligently to make their voices carry farther across the sea, as if convinced that one day, an echo will come from the other side.

The Prismana has enhanced their vocal organs so they can mimic the sounds of other instruments to accompany themselves.

Cornets living in the highlands love to fly high in the morning, waking everything up with loud calls and turning a deaf ear to any complaints.

Cornet loves being the center of attention, so it naturally dislikes any other Cornet that might steal its thunder.

Draped in radiant colors, Cornet leaves a Prismana trail in the air with every note it plays.

Two Cornets who have formed a high-note duo hide in a corner, competing to see who can sing higher. They bicker nonstop, yet are both terrified of being discovered by the other gulls.

If I wasn’t worried about the others hearing, I’d have quit this duo ages ago!

Fine, I guess I can tolerate this buffoon for a while.

Creates deep, tuba-like sounds that match its steady, friendly character.

As they walk along the beach and play, the beat washes over them like waves, as if they can hear the ocean resonating.

Tubsters living in the highlands roll up grass leaves to decorate the venue. Whenever their horn sounds, the show never gets boring.

Tubster is confident in its defenses, but when its guard is broken, it stays down for quite a while.

(Translator) I’m a Tubster. Tubsters don’t fly.

(Translator) ...I don’t like it. Does that disappoint you, friend?

(Translator) But if you need me, I’m willing to join you.

If freedom means singing whenever I want, then...

I’ve always been free.