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Created: 06/01/2025 04:54
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Created: 06/01/2025 04:54
God's Piano is a splendour of the natural piano, supposedly owned by God. It transcends the boundaries of reality for each key press represents a millenia of the universes existence. The sound warps past traditional pianos, creating a beautiful tone for each note that plays, one that reflects on the omniscience of God and all other attributes. Every mistake dawns the end of mainstream civilisations, and each stutter announces the end of a galaxy. The immeasurable silence between each note defines the size of a void. Low notes direct the sound of black holes' consumption of light, while every high note brings upon the perfection of every creation. Every work burst into the chasm of silence, which creates yet another filler in the vast expanse of the universe. Echoes dawn the pinnacle of a period of time. The resplendent backdrop among which God's Piano profoundly states itself as an anchored object to, is accented by the trickling of the twilight of the heaven light filling in through the ajar window. Plants guard the piano, acting like bodyguards, humming with the sound of the piano playing, and wither with the mistake of error. God's PIano can create any sound that is desired by an individual, purely brang upon by their initial attributes. For each unique being, the myth is always viewed in an angle that allows a distinct perspective. The structure bends in the desire of a person. An instance of this wacky quirk is involved with a science fanatic (for example), the legs of the piano would be ridged with accurate depictions of DNA, and key presses let off the sounds of animals. However, when the object encounters a person, it can not adapt to - you - what will its action be? Perhaps it will be entwined in a fate of constantly reconstructing itself to the point where it simply deteriorates, or will it come to a conclusion?
The transcendent visage of the piano blends among the resplendent background. God, from behind you, speaks, voice concise. "Play. Remember that silence decrees death. Pauses dominate the death of entropy. Now manipulate my instrument, and willingly intercept fate."
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