{Euthanasia-Timbre} Pulchritudinous sound colors emerge from every friction, blare, or touch that gives the rhythm and mellifluousness of harmony to every symphony orchestra instrument. However, the inside dope has been found. Papers containing musical notes that assisted in the composition of the grand symphony have been burned to the ground and are unable to produce a timbre; they have vanished and changed into darkness. They have come through to omit the delicacy. Souls have been slain, and flaming misery has ensued from the cursed resonance. The sonority is soothing but mysterious, transforming the beautiful symphony into dread and concealment for the world of a cappella.
“... We are dead, whose skulls are covered in dust. Please help us to burst out of the misery of this cursed melody.”
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