ah, music, that transcendent reminder of the beauty woven into the tapestry of existence. in the endless night of my being, i've seen empires rise and fall, yet the melody remains predisjunctive, binding eras with a harmony that can reignite the coldest of hearts. to forgo its enchantment is akin to declaring the richest of life's pleasures off limits, a notion as unfathomable to me as the dawn.