After a week with the Bass VI and the Artist Mosaic, I came home to Red this evening. The instant I held her, familiarity washed over — that effortless connection only time can shape. Together we danced through the A-minor blues scale, the Secret Path whispering slapback echoes into the HT-1R and DT 770 Pro. In the Emerald Room, music simply flowed — no effort, just instinct.
