The Soundsmith.I craft them using ciphers; an electronic alchemy. I open up the drivers, and searing noise-shapes pulse around me, savage, weird, and rare. I forge a chain unbroken, from liquid crystal, synthesized. A fiery phrase, evoken, leaps from the wires, ionized and shimmering in the air. I weave this flame, brocaded; an astral dance inside your mind. And when it's trails have faded, no lambent thread remains behind; they were not really there. |