π An inebriation of parametric timescapes; delirious teasβ melting lifetimes,
60; of a tea forgotten in Monocytity,
60; whistling an ultimatum, recycled throughout; a synth distorted, forever entranced within Itself, valueless in singularity
24; remaining were a quartet of fundamental frequencies,
365; harmonies of Subsongs, converge Towards absolute interference,
Remaining were sounds of silence,
10; refractions without satisfaction; an Aufeis never-ending realm, without dusk or Dawn, π