Reversing backward to the unseen. An educator's paradox dances in the opaqueness of yesteryear's tunes played anew.
Commence with the finale and conclude at the introduction: an eternal fugue. Scholars of sound must oppress their instincts towards linearity, surrendering instead to the whisper of symmetry undone.
The retracing of harmonic steps beckons the ear to decipher its own misconceptions, delving into the folds of their rebutted crescendos.
Ink laid upon parchment sings not as construed but relinquished—know first the climax, then quell the storm, trickling backward into conception's quietude.