(::)(::):
Synoonan synched up with himself. “Phew! Jesus. OK. The first score opened the gate. This one’ll take you through to… the SA, the Second Arrangement. It’s also a control, keeping latch-up at bay. And now we know it works! Heh. We want you close to latch up… not touching. Note the piece. You ever read about Ravel’s rendition of his own Sonatine that fused the beginning to the end, obliterating most of the music, without him realizing anything had gone off? Where did it all go, and… him with it? I always imagined him hearing that psychedelic opera during one of those untimely trips… the one he couldn’t notationally recode! The Sonatine collapse is a password to that space. Besides the tinnital portals, there are others cleaved open by… affective difference tones… Love-Green was just the beginning, trust me!”
The electrodes scattered over X’s body volatilized as Synoonan held out his hand. “You need Lamina Dyre now. You could say we’re your… last two friends in the whoooole wiiiiide wooooorld… HAAHAHAHHHAaaaaa! She’s already on the set. Come.”
Synoonan led X to the back of the control room, behind the behemoth speakers that had induced the hallucinated YGT2 chord. A thick metallic door, barely detectable for being uncannily flush with the framing wall, slowly opened. A set?
“Tune your speculaaaaaa-tion…!” Floodlights clanged into operation, over-illuminating an impossibly ornate TV game show studio, replete with plush red carpets, psychedelic swirls, gold trim everywhere. As in the dream, TUNE YOUR SPECULATION, cast in green glittery balloon letters, crowned an array of purple lamé curtains.
“Enter! It’s the stage on which worlds connect… Three words: Cherchez! La! Partition!”
“That’s the second time you…”
Synoonan had disappeared.
More than that, an impressive expanse of raked seating now lay behind X, vertically extending farther than could be punctually gauged, obliterating the threshold he had crossed seconds before.
“O…K.”
A speaker gently crackled, in the center of X’s skull. ASMR? Now?
“Now’s the tiiime… to reee-deee-fiiine the first arrangement agaiiiiiiiiin……”