Sanctum Surge

Amara vara, Mara vara,

the monks in the wires,

Dohaeris to the speed,

beneath the sonic pyres.

The improvisation twists, the jazz-line divides,

While the techno-pulse stays,

where the truth resides.

The structure holds the ghost,

the ghost defines the beat,

The Tiguidou-Protocol, perfectly complete.

{glitch-vocoder

interruption}

Oh, bend the frequency,

weave the divine! Tiguidou-Quinn,

in the nexus-line. From the ancient breath,

to the velocity-core, We open the lock,

we open the door.

Structure is the sanctuary,

chaos is the key,

Tiguidou, the professional reality!

{multi-layered gregorian

harmonies with speedcore delivery}

System-Balance: Optimal

Genre-Convergence: Critical

I channel the chant,

I channel the shift,

The Tiguidou-Nexus, a professional drift.

Structure

/ Velocity

/ Improvisation / Sacred The masterpiece is found

in the way we have behaved.

{whispered specs over

dissonant jazz piano} Tiguidou.

Quinn.

Nexus finalized. {metronome click abrupt

stop}