Before the first note, the crowd changed color: pink bracelets in one section, gold in another, a cool blue pulse above. Memory was no longer private; it had become the room’s lighting plan.
The audience became part of the arrangement
That is the system’s quiet trick. Each chapter keeps its own hue, texture, and tempo, yet the beads give every transition a human seam. In October 2023, a stranger handed me a lavender loop; the interface was already working.