In a dance of dissonance, dreams collide. Energetic eddies stir the echoes of youthful fervor. Nostalgia whispers, but this rhythm breaks the silence like never before.

Cascading harmonies ripple into memories, curving shadows embody laughter long dissolved into the ether. One can hear the merge - like clocks spun dizzy under a glowing moon.

These frequencies, longing to align, yet finding solace in their divergence. Each discord a story, each harmony a seven-minute love letter to what was - what might still be - echoing forever in lunar song.

And thus cycles the celestial symphony, composed of radiant disarray, both tragic and triumphant.