The whalesong hum of temple bells in G major forms a honeyed core, their weight dissolving into golden vapor as wind chimes pluck at imaginary strings. Ember tones curl like incense smoke around imagined lotus blooms, binding air to earth. A single breath becomes a mantra - inaudible but felt as warmth in the lungs. Rustling leaves speak in forgotten Sanskrit, their rustle syncopated with imagined footsteps on marbled pathways.