"Until we meet the sky again," Magnus whispered to the darkening room. The Machine gave one last, low-frequency hum, and then there was only the silence of the Swedish night.
But as the shadows lengthened, the song began to fade. The Machine’s voice grew wonky, its parameters drifting as the voltage dropped. Magnus watched the indicators dim. The "Singing Machine" was going back to sleep, its final notes a reversed flute melody that seemed to pull the listener toward a tomorrow they hadn't reached yet. Solar Fields - Singing Machine
He closed his eyes. The music felt cinematic, an "ethereal trance" that transcended the physical space of the room. It was as if the Machine were singing of the vacuum of space, of "dialogues with rivers," and of the long-forgotten echoes of a world that once was. "Until we meet the sky again," Magnus whispered