Enter the resonance of the forgotten, where the electric banjo strummed by invisible hands traverses the gamma fields. Here, notes arc beyond the physical, where anachronistic harmonies weave through temporal nuances. Have you ever encountered the eighth chord of Æther, played on a theremin at the stroke of comet's tail?
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The clock is but a metronome, a cunning device that misguides the destined beats. For centuries, or perhaps in the blink of a millennia, the songs of the gamma sit idle in the cosmic archive, ready to shimmer and crackle into the present. Let thy fingers dance across the chords of the cosmos!