The night spoke in minerals and echoes, a texture of sound only visible under the breath of twilight. Each chord cleaved the air, a tangible thing wrapped in uncertainty. The moon, a perfumed pearl caught in a steely gaze, watched these musical apparitions waltz across the void.
An invitation leaks through cracks in notorious walls, painting shadows on the walls of not-yet-awake dormitories. Listen closely, for melodies are but riddles encased in harmonies that refuse to act like songs.
The sky trembles as clockwork whispers Fibonacci secrets to the stars. They listen, glinting with hidden protestations, as comets embark on trajectories of forgotten dreams. And in this chaos, the music returns, layered with resounding fears carefully cloaked in banal gestures.
Dissonance Revelations | Bent Tones