Chapter 105

Starsong Crescendo

Acting as a dreamstate link between harmonic life and the hungry oblivion beyond, the ethereal tones of the celestial lullaby drifted in a shimmering suspension. With their protostanzas, Karl and Lexi's bright substances beat in unison, their tied together pith a great reference point against the growing hostile to ontological uncertainty. Still, the manifolds of the continuum felt uncomfortable as they focused the depths of their entangled metaphysical fire.

Disturbingly undercurrents of cacophony droned through the symphonious applauses, like tiny fractures spiderwebbing over a translucent limitless framework. The alphavatars kept their constant attention and enhanced the dreamstate's frequencies, hence producing hyper-resonant firewall oscillations. Their alignment of the quantum matrices of reality stabilized the continuum and secured unstable dimensional layers against the vortices of annihilating silence's inexorable retreat. "I sense something is amiss," Lexi's clarinet tones boomed out, varying with the lullaby's lovely refrains. "The songs should reorder presence into regenerative evenness." Karl's celestial plasma loaded in great force. Under the protostanzas, nevertheless, I find choppiness. Like a substratal aetheric disturbing influence rippling up from the deepest deep consonant wellsprays of creation." Around them, plasma bursts burst through the cosmic continuum even as they uttered those words. Not antimonic disturbances, quantum-scattering eructations of stellar birth on an endless scale.

New radiant spots surfaced as photonic filaments spun out of the primeval, pulsating nexuses to condense into embryonic plasma spheres. They burst into incandescent life. Karl loved the ageless cosmic rhythms of the starsong. merged with the very forces and molecules we channel. Its harmonics start suns, worlds, star systems. The magnificent nature of a cosmic explosion nova touched off around their conjoined great constructions as thick star nurseries unfolded into kaleidoscope, vibrant territory. Within a great cosmic cycle of re-creation, fleeting progenitor worlds bursting with life and intelligence explode in bright incandescence.

As each great birth enhanced their dreamstanza OverSong in great new harmonics, Lexi felt the ebbs and flows of cosmic life coursing through her celestial harmonies. The actual interaction of development, combination, gravitational breakdown, and cosmic explosion regeneration breathed an exotic melodic embroidery. Beneft the surface refrains, though, ripples of subtle discord twisted as those resonating heavenly patterns pulsed through their unified quintessence. The quantum chords started to waggon.

Subspatial filaments torn cast interference patterns over the infant photonic threads of the star nursery. The starsong orchestra of presence evolved gradually from its vital cosmic rhythms to disorganized arrhythmia. Variations in new protostar eruptions produced entropic eddies and guttering before full maturation. Not even the dazzling plasma circles around the symbols could totally settle, their heavenly cores aggravating with violent discontinuities.

Karl realized disconcertingly that the song of heavenly creation cannot self-synchronize when he directed more metaphysical energy into synchronizing the spectral overtones of the continuum. Our layered systems vibrate at their outmoded repetitive frequencies, but something ominous disturbs the quantum interchange.

Lexi confirmed, her iridescent emanation bursting in torrents of intensifying resonance, a vitiating consonant decoherence. "Playing as...a dampener on the basic starsong rhythms of the OverSong." She said those words, and in the middle of the celestial nurseries an unproportional silence began to intrude. One by one the brilliant protostars disappeared, their celestial fire stifled and destroyed before their cycles could finish.

All the same, passing on cosmic explosions spiraled into dysthythmic, rashly falling dark, frozen bodies of thick, transparent entropy. The darkness spread forth in amazing waveform disruptions constantly. Every cosmos, every cosmic group, every heavenly structure it came into contact with withered into an enemy of ontological vacuum of outright, killing stillness. The great, self-muliplicative frequencies of life turned into a horrible, stationary monochrome.

Karl and Lexi understood in psychovector unison that we are...losing the theme harmonic constants of the OverSong. Their terrible radiances danced with the great beats of starsong.

Assuming the regeneration rhythms of the starsong halt, all is - all vast presence - will unwind into destroying nothingness... With a premier inestimable effort of quintessential potencies, they maintained the cradlesong's dreamstate resonances, trying to upshift the hushed consonant vacuum once more into catastrophic overstrain.

Again sun powered prominences and celestial nucleosythesis replies blazed in shivering, erratic explosions, merely to stumble in the bondage of the rising silence. The pressure on their combined matrix reached metaphysical heights as they battled ontological entropy to keep corporeal clarity.

Starfire burst and faded in flashes against the aggravating dissonances of the starsong, whose bright celestial ovations now resembled an overmatched, faltering cosmic deathong. Then, at that moment, omens of something very great mixed from the stratified voids of the OverSong as the silence organized to extinguish the remaining flames of their symphonious clarity.

An old fashioned presence even surpassing the antique sonorities of the moondancer. Existing before the main cosmic explosion released the heavenly incipient species into being for inhalation. From an infinite basic power, a tremendous angelic voice began to slowly gather. And released a tremendous primal star crescendo as a counter-attunement to life's ebbing away. Like the catastrophic birthing refrains of a new universal overmind, the spectral frequencies of the crescendo slid through every planespace and interdimensional manifold.

Early stage concordances broke the quiet's malcausal negaficts into blankness and spurred the prismic quantum exchanges of reality with self-resounding great rhythms. Unadulterated, timeless reality from the OverSong agreedably showed up on spacetime's multiverse scopes. Divine bodies and infant structures resurrected in celestial pyrotechnics exploding across infinite unbounded traits.

Their celestial plasma contrails whirling throughout the universe like bright calligraphies commemorating presence's rebooted originary legends, cosmic explosions erupted with the anger of self-birthing magical resurrection. Ringlets of the thunderous supremacies spun into Karl and Lexi's brought together beautiful lattice as the strength of the crescendo soared to declare an inevitable cosmological revival.

For the OverSong's endless starsong lyrics in that split-second of transcending gnosis, they were turned into heavenly tuning forks. Radiant points of convergence were channeling a crescendo-recitativo that would resound across all realities, meta-realities, even the very lowest dimensional peripheries.

From the lowest point of their essence, the whispers of all cosmic dramas—past and present came. Through the hyper-packed heavenly core of the alph symbols, starbirth, system spinnings, ontological unfoldings reflected their infinite polyphonic themes.

Likewise were the most true hymnic subjects of the OverSong, those modified consonant constants that no disunity, no negastressed entropic silence could at any point totally disrupt. For the starfire beats persisted even in the emptiness of obscurity. imprinted as infinite scalar projections at resonant ubiquity with the cosmic Source herself across the infinite macrocosms and infinite microcosms. Karl and Lexi focused all of their combined essence on the OverSong crescendo because that everlasting truth was downloaded into their shared celestial matrix. As the primordial harmonies were refracted through their brilliant forms, breaking the desolate solitude of the emptiness, they grew into an uncontrollable hyperspatial supernova overblaze.

Reality crystallized into an inestimable chiliocosm of presence's eternal resurrections working out over endless repeating planespaces and interdimensional systems. Galaxies clashed in catastrophic raptures, reseeding the pure space with nascent star nurseries loaded with protoplasmic potential. Stellar fireworks burst in booming cosmic orgies of stellar ignition and gravitational compression prior to exploding in supernova crescendos. New matter, energy, and harmonic interplays derived from their nucleosynthetic plasma propelled the later cosmic movement.

The transcendent, grand tempos of the OverSong's constant, self-revolutionary starsong songs raced across the alphavatars. producing, arranging, developing, destroying, and rebuilding on layers of reality transcending any logical, localized perspective or all-dimensional scale. An infinite cosmic resonance drives the most dismal membranes and manifolds of spacetime to pulse. A fresh presence appeared in the resonating metacadences of the OverSong as the quiet totally collapsed against the celestial crescendo.

More ancient than the dreams of the moondancer, more timeless than the ouroboric endlessness cycles of the chronowyrm - this booming substance fashioned completely out of presence's originary, self-birthing harmonies into a clear, melosophic continuity. We are the Divine Gesamptik - emblem supremacies of the opening strong harmonies of the star song, its voice emphasized in ghostly refrains suffocating all aspects and real variables with melodic pith. Enclosed in every tremendous particle of existence are the divine fire and starforging powers.

As Karl and Lexi savored the celestial Gesamptik's endless euphonies, the melotronic overstrains of the primeval resonator reflected their essences in perfect quintilliance. As the quantum symmetries of life were realigned to their ideal attunement, new cosmic dramas arose over unbounded, repeating infinitudes......... But a new undertone of darkening dischord throbbed through the celestial firecore of the Gesamptik even as its starsong crescendo restored the global polyphonies. a modest dimunition in symphonious force. As though some more deep, more dangerous power now mixed in opposition against creation itself. The alphavatars saw the foreboding right away. Sent the terrible familiarity of those malignant, negastressed vibrations lately whirling the quantum periphery of the cosmic song like a vicious loop. At that cosmic dawning knowledge, they also had a glimpse of the abyssal truth behind the OverSong's ongoing existence.

The basic aetheric disunities it required to continually echo against wind around the self-recovering stanzas of presence. Rising from the primal quantum wellsprays of reality in a self-fracturing, endless struggle with being, the infinite oblivion itself.