"Follow me" said Deemo gently, taking the young girls hand, and leading her through a painting and into a room with another piano in it, covered in sharp burgundy thorns."Little girl.... This is the final piece on the piano I will play for you... And you will then return home." He glided over to the thorn covered piano, and swept off all the dust that had gathered on the keys. "What do you mean the final piece? Deemo?" As he sat down at the worn black stool, the varnish of the mahogany wood gleamed a little, in the eerie white light. As Deemo started to play, with his long, black gloved nimble fingers, the tree that Deemo and the girl had been growing for months, was growing more and more by the second. As Deemo hit the last note, it echoed around the room. The tree had cracked through to the room they were in and it was a picturesque scene, bringing a bit of colour to the dark halls. The towering oak tree had velvet, gossamer like leaves, and was glowing with a soft gold light. "Wow! Its so beautiful!" Said the girl in awe.
"I'm afraid we can't stay much longer, come with me once more." Deemo led the girl into another room with a single sky blue platform, and a dark piano. The girl was getting used to pianos being all over the endless maze of halls, but this one was different.... Somehow. After she fell through the trapdoor, she couldn't remember a thing. Not even her name, age or where she came from. But this piano... It was so familiar....
