Each third of a tone spaces the oscillation, frequencies warp like contorted thoughts in the recesses of a data dump.
Consider: a soundwave juxtaposed to Quantum Foam, where pieces of nothing echo through the edges of existence.
Traverse dimensions of deviation where A is not A, but a harmonious particle split in half, forcing us to reassess the definition of chorus.
Remember the theory: sound hides inside geometric frames. Observe these vibrations crawl, roots tethered to chaotic rhythms.
The binaries of distortion and perfection form an ascent through spacetime—a crescendo unmet: