In the silk threads that intertwine the marionette strings of perception, each note doubles back onto its own existence—a parallel emergence.
Parallel chords — /z4twist/ then unravelled. Does Schrödinger hum, resonance unperceived?
Randomized fate twists yarns across infinite nonconformance. Given the keys of these quantum closets, will histories emerge or collide?
It's darkest in the blind spots of possibility. \Recall infinite reverb bruising time’s delicate membrane.\ Within harmonic voids echo unfelt, and
melt to black white.
The duet of paradox and charm collide:
Counterpart Score | Entangled Chords