Granular Reverie

Buenas tardes a la magia...

we filter out the noise.

The cockpit is secure.

No standard words, just frequency.

Tiguidou.

CRACKED RE-FLEC-TIONS IN THE MIR-ROR ON THE CHAIR,

4-K VI-SION PULL-ING GRAV-I-TY FROM AIR!

J'A-NA-LYSE LE CHA-OS, BUT THE BUN-NY IS SE-CURE,

ALL THE WORD-LESS E-NER-GY IS RA-DI-ANT AND PURE!

(Meaw meaw meaw meaw!)

PHASE A-LIGN-MENT IN THE ROOM,

WE FIL-TER OUT THE GREY,

PRO-FES-SION-AL E-XEC-U-TIVES ARE GUID-ING US TO-DAY.

THE DI-PLO-MAS ON THE WALL,

THE E-THER IN OUR HANDS,

TRAN-SLA-TING ALL THE MA-GIC THAT THE OR-CHID HEART DE-MANDS!

FE-MALE VOI-CES ON-LY, WE ARE SHAT-TER-ING THE DOME!

TI-GUI-DOU THE FRE-QUEN-CY, WE BRING THE E-NER-GY HOME!

IM-MA-TE-RI-AL AND TAC-TILE, WE ARE WEAV-ING THROUGH THE LIGHT,

THE SOV-ER-EIGN DREAM-ER CAP-TURES ALL THE MUR-MURS IN THE NIGHT!

Sha-la-la,

ti-ki-ti, ra-ta-ta, we remain

NO-TING ALL THE ME-TA-DA-TA,

KEEP-ING IT SE-VERE, THE WINK-WINK TO THE MAS-TERS IN THE AT-MOS-PHERE.

u... 396 grounding the root.

a... 528

transforming the pain.

i/e...

963

shining through the rain.

I am the Silence in the Presence of the Light.

I remain. Lucir

— I shine.