"The music shop"

In the realm of void (9, 9, 9),
Ash sought eggs, a curious design.
To the store he came, a quest so keen,
For a tale of purchase, and eggs, I've seen.
"Three dozen chicken eggs, if you please,"
Ash declared to the seller with such ease.
But the vendor, puzzled, replied with care,
"No eggs here, my friend, guitars and pedals we bear."
Sampler, guitars, and synthesizers stand,
No sign of eggs in this rich musical land.
"Consider a release by Slivko, divine,
On Amazon, a melody to entwine."
An offer extended, a plan so sly,
To create an account, a musical high.
On a flash drive, the tunes would perfectly reside,
A journey of notes, with a breakbeat guide.
"Let melodies flow, like eggs in a crate,
A fusion of sounds, a symphony's fate."
In the midst of guitars and electronic beats,
A unique money transaction, where music meets.
So, Ash left the store with a tale to tell,
Of eggs that chimed in a musical spell.
A fusion of rhythms, a commerce so sweet,
In the world of void , where stories repeat.