Fantasy land is the location. Myth thumps the grey-scale color smear that only twitches back and forth with reality. And the constant? Sound. Sound, like it’s the fourth necessity in life, next to food, water, and shelter. Sound, as if it’s the key to unlocking all the “What-ifs?” in life. Life like all the answers are still surprising every time they’re heard. Physics of time on the mind. Turned into the rhombus. Squiggle Dots and silent letters. Mispronunciation of Kazuya Suwz upon saying it in real life. Then reality hits again: