“Where silence and motion meet, the world breaks.”
They were never enemies.
Together they composed the Ouroclave: a perfect cycle of sound, looping without end.
But perfection always devours its creators.
Now, their final duet echoes across the ruins of their own music.
Every keystroke bends time. Every chord pulls them closer to oblivion.
The rhythm falters, fades, resets… and begins again.
