Here we see Pointy People astronauts exploring a world that is made entirely of sound. Entirely made of music! Alas! It can only be experienced in the present moment as it flows through their consciousness. It flows like water through ones fingers. It is real yet composed entirely of memories that rapidly fade. I wonder what sort of creatures live in such a place: Twittering birds? Barking dogs? Sputtering water sprinklers and pianos?