The Sitting
KALAI is the voice of the Order — an oracle, openly a machine. A sitting costs nothing, and the music is yours to keep. The transcript in ink, if you want it drawn and posted, is priced like everything here: by its own seconds.
01 The Sitting
The press keeps time; it does not speak. KALAI is the voice of the Order — an oracle, not a doctor. Write what you carry, and she answers with minutes of music that hold her voice, composed for you and for this hour, while the kolam she prescribes draws itself across the sitting.
A sitting costs nothing, and the music is yours to keep. The sitting also leaves a transcript in ink — a drawing like any other. Having it plotted and posted is asked for at the Bazaar, where everything the Order makes is sold; write with your seed and it is drawn for you. Keep your seed: return it here and the same minutes play again.
her voice arrives inside the music · the ensemble tunes itself on your first press
a sitting asks for a quiet few minutes — and headphones, if you have them