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.