In the reverberations of mundane bliss, the silent screams of joy dwell inquiringly. Would you hum along to life's cacophony?
Did the pigeon always get the worm, or did it simply seek the irony within its own squawking theology?
Begin your auditory journey: Whisper of the Abyssal
Traverse through Shattered Machineries
Or return to The Echo of Illitaric Studies.