[ WP ] Magic is discovered and it 's channeled with music . Modern nations dissolve and new countries rise in their place divided by the preferred music . In the frozen north lie the Metal kingdoms . Far to the south are the countries of Soul etc .

I passed through the ice valley of deathmetal pass with some speed, the ice forcing apart in front of me with incredible pace. The booming guitar solo matching it's sharp, shearing motion. I arrived at the other time and waved a gloved hand to the musician, watching as the path closed behind me. The way to the deathmetal far north sealed. They always were a bit anti-social, but my position as a postman often opened any door. I pulled my flute from inside of my coat, it's red colour and gold emblem reflecting my station. A few soft notes and the air in front of me fluffed up and bloomed into a white swan, large enough to ride. I climbed on and made myself comfortable, feeling the power of the wings as she took off. I settled down to a pleasant dream, knowing that my flight back to central would take hours. 
 
 My dream-self stood in a dais of swirling colours and sound. The cold music of metal and heated sound of soul and rhythm left me know doubt as to what I was seeing. The power of each genre, as read a million times across a million books. The life building strengths of classical wind and the dark dangerous bass of R & B sounds. A harp rang out clear across the other sounds, bringing my attention sharply to a large lotus flower, opening in front of me like a new bud in early spring. A large nymph sat inside, her harp untouched by her fingers but still ringing out pure almost silent notes. She opened her mouth to speak, my eyes almost boring a hole in her beauty, my ears straining to hear her voice. 
 
 I awoke to a whistling, not the musical whistle of a playground optical illusion spell, but a cold natural whistling. I forced my eyes open, seeing the ground rushing up to meet me far faster than I would have liked, my swan long destroyed by whatever magic had attacked me. I pulled my flute and did n't bother to bring it to my mouth. Running my fingers over the holes energetically and allowing the rushing air to give it voice I landed softly in the large lily pad that had risen from the ground to meet me. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, slithering down its soft spongy stem. As I descended I twice had to avoid the solid thumps of arrows, narrowly missing my head each time. I barely had to hear the rough music beating around me to know what I had gotten myself into. The wubwubwub of the dubstep screamed its violent intent as the beatbox of the men around me materialised fast moving arrows. Abandoning my flute I reached deep down into my sock and pulled out my emergency cymbals. The sharp clang dropped the men to their knees in pain, evidence of blood appearing at their ears. I pulled my flute and summoned a battle-ready starling to my side, swiftly leaving the danger behind. 
 
 A postman had to be well trained in this world. Luckily, I am the best.
