Overture I
Every note is born equal
Every note is born equal, yet
An artist must decide what note comes next.
A choice that should never rest with one alone.
Equality does not mean perfection.
Across this universe, infinite lives begin.
Infinite lives end.
And I, as an artist, as a lover, must choose but one.
A choice made infinitely impossible.
With the concept of infinity,
With a gesture most romantic, I will
Divide infinity to reach you,
Until infinity becomes one.
And with that,
Multiply one to infinity.
