It can be an odd world, especially once you leave it and return. Walking through the streets and hoping to find redemption can be a difficult task. You have to be open to what the universe throws out at you.
Open. Not closed. She knew that.
She came across an old piano. It was flowering. Just like she wanted to. She wanted to help purify the air. Give back to the world. Bring happiness. Can an old piano with no working keys but one that is helping nurture soil bring anything of worth to the world? Of course it can.
She tapped the button on her helmet and she shrank. She climbed into the piano and whispered to it from the inside. She let her droplets of blood fall onto the surface. And the world heard a haunting yet moving melody.