The small island was nearly empty, excluding a figure who was messing with musical chords that seemed to float in the air. His work seemed tireless in this strange greyscale plane of existence. Not that this section of the paracosm was unfamiliar, more like it being uncharted by yourself. The odd gradient of the sky from dark grey to a soft greyish gold didn't ease the feeling of it all being out of place. Finally, the figure spoke. "Why are you here?"