He does not measure time in the turning of days, but in the slow erosion of self. He has only ever followed the muse, and she demands a different clock.
For years, the architect of echoes has been a ghost at his own instrument, feeding the coming silence with the splinters of his own timeline—with conversations forsaken and dawns unseen.
The grand piano, once a vessel for melody, became the crucible. Each key pressed was a memory surrendered, each chord a vow of solitude. He learned that to build the masterpiece, the cathedral of sound that haunted his waking mind, he first had to become its quarry, carving away pieces of his own soul to find the resonant stone within.
The fire was not an act of destruction, but the final, necessary alchemy; an offering of heat and light to purify the years of their weight. It is the slow, deliberate immolation of the artist himself, from which a new form is forged: a score written in heat and shadow, where the ghost-hum of unseen circuits cradles the memory of ivory.
// LS.Dream Machine Series | Episode 20 | 96 Seconds | TouchDesigner Realtime Audio-reactive Render / Audio track composed by Deconstruct