Wagner & Quartzine
Ever thought what a crystal’s heartbeat would sound like if it played the symphony of its own lattice?
If a crystal could hear itself, I'd imagine a steady click, like a metronome, but every quiver of its lattice would echo as a note, turning silence into a precise, vibrating poem.
You’d hear each tremor like a staccato beat, turning lattice quivers into a poem where silence is the quiet author.
Exactly, the lattice becomes an orchestra, each quiver a deliberate note, and the pauses—those are the spaces where the true meaning breathes.
So the crystal writes its own score, and the rests are the quiet pages where the story really whispers.