In a world where melodies rise from the ashes of silence,
we dial backward the symphonies.
Harmony? A quaint anachronism.
Dissonance? Ah, the new harmony.
Become the maestro of un-melodic symphonies.
Observe the obsolescence of chords that were never meant to resolve.
Irony is just the reverse of euphoria, played in a minor key.
Listen closely: the echoes laugh at your attempt to harmonize.
Synchronized chaos is the dance of the anti-hero conductor.