The Tiny Islands don't exist, but in my head they play creepy and brooding but simultaneously uplifting ballads, and have a super ace glockenspiel solo in every song. Also because its in my head I get to choose the vocalist on every song because... I can. And I'm massively indecisive and fickle.
I was really struggling to make this piece work so I decided to make it into an album cover and blam! it's in a context that totally covers up how aimless a composition it really is. Maaaaagic.