Sonic Liturgy
Buenas tardes à la source...
the parameters
are set. No external noise can cross this boundary.
(Soft whisper) Tiguidou.
WRIT-ING NOTES IN THE MAR-GIN WHERE THE STAT-IC USED TO LIVE,
TAK-ING BACK THE ED-ER-GY YOU DID-N'T HAVE TO GIVE.
THE INK IS WET,
THE MET-A-DATA CLEAN, THE STRONGEST FOCUS THAT THE GRID HAS SEEN!
(Meaw meaw meaw
meaw! - Soft,
rhythmic punctuation from Miss Minou)
PHASE A-LIGN-MENT IN THE DECK,
WE FIL-TER OUT THE NOISE,
AM-PLI-FY-ING ON-LY TRUE SO-VER-EIGN FEM-I-NINE VOICE.
THE BLUE-PRINTS OF THE MAS-TERS WINKING SOFTLY FROM THE WING,
HON-OR-ING THE ARCH-I-TECTS OF EV-ERY SONG WE SING!
WE ARE WEAV-ING THROUGH THE LIGHT,
WE ARE BREAK-ING DOWN THE DOME!
TI-GUI-DOU THE FRE-QUEN-CY, WE BRING THE MA-GIC HOME!
THE OR-CHID HEART IS BLOOM-ING IN THE CEN-TER OF THE VORTEX,
BŸ-PASS-ING THE FRIC-TION AS WE CON-QUER ALL OUR CON-TEXTS!
Sha-la-la,
ti-ki-ti, ra-ta-ta, we remain!
(Beat
strips away to absolute stillness and warm analog hiss) NOT-ING EVERY FRE-QUEN-CY,
KEEP-ING IT SE-VERE,
THE WHISPER OF THE COCK-PIT IS THE ON-LY SOUND WE HEAR.
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.