The world was silent. Dead silent.

But dead silence, the Composer felt, was unfit for such a lively world.

On a cliff-side, a wave crashed rhythmically. This, the Composer realized, was the best it could get on such a quiet world. But that wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

An incorporeal entity, the Composer was practically a newborn. It knew very little, and only knew two things for sure: its powers and its desire. It knew it could affect, in some way, the many microbes hiding beneath the water. And it knew what it wanted: aural stimulation of some kind. Deep in its mind, it could imagine great melodies, perhaps even symphonies, arising from the sea.

It knew this was outlandish at best, however, and focused on simply forcing an underwater colony of microbes into making some noise, [i]any[/i] noise at all, to supplement the crash of the waves. It focused all its power on this, and time passed.

The Composer, still practically a newborn, didn't have a clue what was happening biologically yet. All it could tell was that, after a certain length of time, a new instrument suddenly appeared: the sound of faint bubbling.

[hider=The Composer]15%- Amoeba Aggregation with Primitive Chloroplasts
0%- Unused
85%- Undeveloped
Unknowingly, the Composer has given photosynthesis to the amoebas, giving them a food source from the Sun. They in turn create oxygen, which forms bubbles. In order to prevent this oxygen from simply dissolving in the water, the amoebae are in an aggregation (where they've gathered into a swarm, but don't have specific roles for each organism like a colony, yet).[/hider]