The raw foundation, unaltered and direct—each rise and fall mapped in its first form. Textures breathe with their initial weight, melodies unfolding like an untouched skyline. Every peak, every descent, precisely as it was envisioned, before the echoes split and reformed.
Here, the terrain is unshaken by alternate possibilities. The wind moves as it once did, tracing familiar ridges, valleys carved in their earliest shape. A moment crystallized before it knew it could shift.