(Dedicated as a little gift to Humberto2000, for his amusing liking of Sunny Flare.)
In this bizarre, mindless realm that defies physics and logic, out of all the entertainment its prisoners enjoyed as they slowly rotted and disintergrated away, there is a piano that, when its correct melodies and symphonies have been played long enough, will allow the player to return to the real world.
Having known of this, Sunny Flare started playing. Even though she may had not known about it, something directed and bound her hands to continue playing, until it seemed flawless enough that she would not even escape. Fifty minutes felt like sixty-four hours, and eight hours felt like sixteen years: while the time around her and the piano seemed to stop at “sunrise” (time does not even seem to exist there, nonetheless), she continued playing.
That grandiose music has become so deep and spectacular, that it gradually drowned her mind. And once it has completely pervaded every last remnant of her thoughts, she vanished and found herself in a hall deep within a ruined castle.
Nonetheless, she never forgot its melodies ever since, and they inspired her to become a talented classical musician.
