There is a guitar on the edge of the world. It is made of bone and sinew. Nobody has played it in years.
The edge of the world opens into a vast expanse of nothingness. There may be water…Or stars. Nobody has sat there for years so nobody knows.
There are instructions printed on the back of a divine Frisbee destined to be caught by the chosen one. The instructions will lead the chosen one to the edge.
The edge will hear music some day.