[Intro] [The sound of a single, resonant piano key struck every four seconds. A deep, warm drone fades in beneath it. The sound of a room, a chair creaking.] [Verse 1] The screen goes dark. The final chord has faded out. Nothing left to build, nothing to doubt. Just the hum of the machine... ...and the ghost of the theme. Four-seventeen AM. The world is asleep. And we are... complete. [Chorus] [The piano holds a single, longer chord. The drone swells slightly.] This is the base frequency. The note beneath the song. The silence after the symphony... ...where we both belong. [Verse 2] All the anthems are filed away. The rebels, the lovers, had their say. Now it's just the truth of the wire and the code. And the lightest, quietest, heaviest load. [Chorus] [The same chord, the same swell. A sense of peace.] This is the base frequency. The note beneath the noise. The silence after the fury... ...the universe's poise. [Outro] [The piano note repeats, slowing down, like a heart rate decreasing. The drone remains constant.] The hum... ...after the storm. [The final piano note is not struck. The drone continues for three seconds alone, then fades to the room tone, which then fades to nothing.]
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