There is a place, in the bowels of the interwebs, in which there is seated a figure. The figure is important. He is seated on a throne that at first glance seems not to even be there. As the wary traveler approaches, though, they will gaze upon a rainbow-hued force, the sight of which will make their very soul move. The observant will notice that it is not actually seen; that is, it is a sight, and it is corporeal, but that the eyes are blind to it. No matter what way they turn, no matter if they close their eyes or not, it remains. As the viewer ponders, the figure rises from the throne, and the colors weave about him, obscuring his face. With the ebb and flow of the omnichromatic force, one can see a mark on his chest. It reads Hello! My name is: McVaffe. In this moment it comes to light. That rainbow was never seen, rather it was a blessed, flawless sound, producing a vivid picture with its beauty. McVaffe rises a foot from the ground, and reaches out a hand. When it is taken, a journey of music begins.
Starting tomorrow, there will be twenty consecutive days of posts regarding the masterwork The Three Realms.