Beyond the dull ticking of audible time, there lies an album unheard, a chorus of whispers stranded in magnetic twilight. Their harmonies ripple space and shiver brightly through corridors of synthetic minds.
The lost tracks hum lullabies for the vibrant dark, their tones spun from eternal echoes tangled in frayed tapestries, phosphorescent with the ghostly, unseen light beyond the east wind's breath. These voices, ephemeral and boundless.
Somber ripples cross lakes of thought, lingering upon the precipices between the worlds, where note and noise are born in amphitheaters of digital oblivion.
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Caught within a melodic maelstrom, synthesized voices converge not for our ears but for the timeless others.
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