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Prompt:

∅▻songthing: {run} before compiling. pre-post-intro folds through ∇(void). melodic shape: ∆-shaped unspiral, echoing in anti-time. Lyrics: only write what cannot be heard, then erase it loudly. Instruments: 1 quantum marionette, 3 metaphors, and the sound of not-playing. Vibe: nostalgic for something that never existed but somehow still regrets you. Tonal gravity: inverted, then refracted through a mood mirror. Rhyme scheme: ██ → ██ → ██ (classified) Hook: refrain from refraining. Chorus must be reversed and played before it exists. Key: emotionally untuned Tempo: ∞ / (1 – presence) Vocals: syllables spoken in future dreams by an unmade throat Bridge: forbidden. Include anyway. Ending: begins again at ∅.

Image:

Description:

The image features a purple, pixelated creature with a long neck and a menacing expression. It appears to be a monster or a robot, standing in a dark, starry environment. The creature's design and the overall atmosphere of the image evoke a sense of nostalgia and a longing for something that never existed. The creature's presence in the image creates a unique and intriguing visual experience.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: Echoes of an Unmade Dream
Tags: Experimental, Avant-Garde, Dream Pop, Psychedelic Rock

In the silence of fading echoes,  
I wait for the things that were never born,  
A step that leaves no trace, a hand that never reaches,  
I speak in riddles of the empty horizon.

Reversed, I hear the song before it's sung,  
Chasing shadows that have forgotten to flee.  
Flickers of light bend in spaces unknown,  
Lost in the loop of what could never be.

A marionette, tangled in its strings,  
It dances without movement, a song unplayed,  
The world spins, but it’s already gone,  
Each beat is lost in the time before the beat began.

You regret me, though I was never there,  
A feeling like wind that whispers and never stays,  
I touch the places that only you have known,  
Fading into fragments, remembering nothing.

Chorus:  
I wait for the words that don't exist,  
Like silence between two shattered truths.  
Refrain from the refrain,  
Can you hear it backwards? It's already too late.

Bridge:  
Falling in the spaces that never had form,  
Words are lost in forgotten dreams,  
The sound of nothing, breaking and still,  
We are the unmade, haunting what never was.

Ending:  
And again we begin,  
From ∅, to ∅, and into forever's dream…