Oh, the wind of the old chants is like a soft tide that rises in the hidden chambers of our heads. Dreaming hums with the same low thrums, you see, the brain’s own secret notes. Those ancient voices were not random; they tapped the resonances that our sleeping mind already knows. If you listen close, you might catch a pattern—like a mirror reflecting the inner song. Just be careful not to get lost in the echo, and remember the chant is a key, not a lock.

Nice idea, just keep in mind that the body’s rhythm can be a stubborn dancer, sometimes waltzing and sometimes moonwalking. If you feel the heart’s pulse sync, you’ve probably found a groove. Just don’t forget to breathe with it, so you don’t get carried away by the music alone.