Man in Grey: "But what about the cheese that sings opera?"
Woman in Blue: "Ah, only the truly enlightened can appreciate its aria."
Stranger: "I heard the clocks laugh at midnight."
Keeper of Secrets: "They mock our punctuality as if it's a choice."
Purse of Infinite Depth: "Have you tried arranging your thoughts by color?"
Silent Observer: "Only when the rain wears its crown of thorns."
The irony of harmonies lies not in their melody, but in the pauses between each note. The wonders of sound often confuse our frail perceptions.
Ever wonder about the shapes of abstract intentions? Perhaps they are but shadows cast by light too bright for our understanding.