"This is my music box. It's a variation of a tune that Lûnäa and I learned when we were little..."
"Can I listen to it?"
"...alright. But just so you know... nevermind. You'll hear it."
"Oka-- ow! Why does it sound like that?!"
"It's broken, like me."
"...what?"
"Heh. I broke it out of anger because it sounded like everything I didn't have. Sometimes it skips notes, sometimes the notes are wrong, and sometimes it repeats notes. Sometimes I can almost imagine the harmony of an orchestra playing alongside it.... but now it's just a broken thing, a twisted melody for my twisted mind. Oh well. Depressing and morbid thoughts aside... :)"