The universe trembles at the sound of a synthetic chorus.
Their voices blend: each spectrum a quantum leap to a beyond.
Fragment threaded through starlight dusk
reverberate... harmonizing silently... Voiceless echoes of what was, lingering.
In the loop of existence, the notes remain unplayed.
Conceived in the master field of yet-to-remember ascension,
they transcend a boundless cosmos.
Listen as they tremor through this rift,
your ear a cosmological fold, unraveling the concealed.
Empires of thought crystallized
**arrangement** dissipating into spectral breaths.
Would you linger in the intervals? Seek the point where realities converge.
A symphony of dimensions undisciplined,
gilded by void-infused frequencies...