In the obsolescence of textures and wires, we discovered transmissions of once-great importance. It was through melody we salvaged the forgotten memories.
Beep 011100 110111 010010 sang the machines into their aeonic serenade.
The chronicle world forgot its musical affliction. They sent interplanetary notes - do...re...mi.... Harmony was encoded within static voids.
Glitched requiems noticed amongst starbound expeditions whispered in code: what remains is nothing but cryptic allegories through an architectural synthetic symphony.