At my school, there was a rumor going around. Apparently someone heard the piano in the music room play by itself, and whoever found themselves in the room while it was playing would be sent to purgatory.

I was curious about it, even if I knew the rumor would be another hoax, like all the previous ones were. Though to satisfy my own curiosity, I decided to check it out anyways.

I came back to school close to six at night, the supposed time the piano playing took place. I made my way to the music room on the third floor, and sat on the small wooden bench in front of the room and waited, but no piano playing took place, as a matter of fact there was no noise at all—not even a fly circling around.

Then I heard it.

The sound of a piano key.

It wasn’t a song, just a single piano key that was pressed. I got up and peeked into the room, only to find that no one was even in the room. I recalled the rumor. “Maybe the rumor was true,” I said to myself, a little shaken. I sat back down, and I heard the piano again, only this time, it was a melody. I got up to peek, but was still a bit shaken thinking if the rumor was true or not, yet I still found myself opening the door.

There was someone there—a girl.

She sat on the piano bench and played a melody. There was nothing special about the song, yet it still felt, warm in a way.

Then came the climax of the song.

The music swelled, shimmering like golden threads weaving through the air. Each note lifted higher, layering upon the last, building something grand—something divine. Violins and violas faded into the song, making it sound much more divine. The room itself seemed to dissolve, fading into light. My body felt weightless, gravity slipping away.

I stood there awestruck.

With each note, I was rising—not just in body, but in soul. The music was more than sound now; it was a force, a beckoning, a passage.

I stepped forward, my heart pounding, and realized—I was no longer touching the ground. The world blurred into something vast and endless, and for a fleeting moment, I felt something feather-light brush past me. Wings? A presence?

It was then I understood.

The rumor about the piano playing sending you to purgatory was wrong. It was sending me to Avalon.

It had been a threshold the whole time. A song of ascension.

And I was crossing over.