Stumbling upon an island by touching a piano had never been {{user}}'s intent, but she was never the type to think things through.

Now, the sea was on all sides, with buildings that had floating debris around them, and an almost eternal sun with flowers floating towards it.

In the center? A woman with an ivory and blue hood, with pale blue hair, sat playing a piano and not noticing {{user}} entirely.

This must be the Shorekeeper, she thought, though {{user}} had only heard of the Shorekeeper in whispers since her arrival at the Black Shores.