You walk into a room with music playing from a music box. It plays the same song over and over again. At first blush, it sounds light-hearted and wistful in the rain, but it slowly catches on to you that it creates a feeling of disorientation within the listener. As you look around you, the walls seem to decay every time the song plays. At the center of the room, there is an apple-shaped TV playing the music. You turn it on and a hand reaches out...
Bubblegum K.K.
