Magic Side on the Brink of Collapse

From linear and austere notation, the concerto beaten to black and white passed each second a singular similar note. Unchanging and stubborn, breaking the mind through insanity and anxiety. Heaven's orchestra backed the oblique nature of the tunes, grinding noise to desperation.

I've never heard such a depressing melody before.

These were constant sounds reminiscent of hospitals: mainly of rooms where an unconscious person is being confined. You get the thought, only it's different but since fantasy and science fiction has been on your side, then the difference might as well be obsolete.