Name: Koro Kokoro
((...You big otaku ))
((The name is actually based off one of my favorite interprets. Which is saying something about my tastes in music. Also, creativity glands shut down at 1:30 in the morning.
So yes, big otaku reporting in.))
Ahem, anyway:
"Well, well, well." He is bent over the note.
Koro appears to be remarkably unfazed by the sudden change of situation, but it is very hard to sour his mood of someone who has mastered the art of taking it easy a long time ago.
"So this is a plane of music, apparently created by a curious god. Or a bored one. So gods exist, huh."
Some people he used to know would have suffered some sort of breakdown now - way too serious people, these were.
"Let's just have a nice time, shall we? Hm, what music to select... don't exactly have a single favorite. Ah well. Let's take this one."
And lo,
this starts to play.
"It's a credits theme, I guess. Those are always great." Pause.
"They signify the end of something old. Perhaps a good time. Perhaps a hard time. Either way, they end it on good terms." Second pause, wistful listening.
"I'd like this one to be... the end of something old and good, that makes room for something new and unknown. Like this plane. Let's make this plane a great place to be. Perhaps the peace of nature, the liveliness of spring? That's always nice."
And so, lost in thoughts, Koro wanders through the newly forming landscape, under a hopefully azure sky.