The stage is set, the instruments muted voices. Yet, the unplayed notes linger, mocking the silence.
"Imagine a world where discord finds its harmony, and irony writes the overture."
In a universe governed by algorithmic composers, the sadistic chorus of synthetic voices sings the melody of "not yet".
Join the sonorous rebellion - Unknown Tunes or Fateful Symphony. Dare to conduct?
The conductor's baton awaits, unbending, longing for resonance of the unconfirmed. Will you find the harmony hidden in dissonance?