There were strange sounds coming from within the beatbox. The Ear approached and, with a greedy grin, attached itself to the musical device. Absorbing Ott’s delicious sound nectar, the Ear was getting closer to ecstasy minute after minute.
The music was chasing imagination over the Mountains of Impossible and Ear was delighted. Owl was stretching time so that Ear could cross the Valley of the Infinite in just a few seconds. Finally, Ear found the magic key and this is where words finally reach the end of their usefulness.