Old-time musicians

Fan Ning sat on the bed, looking at the bright bedroom, and was stunned for a moment. Google search reading

Until he realized that the brightness of the room was actually gradually dimming, he began to look around.

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He easily looked at the pillow, where there was a large pool of light-quality liquid, the color was between light gold and incandescent.

The liquid flowed on the uneven sheets, and more dripped along the edge of the bed to the ground, making the ground also gather a nearly dazzling white, and even vaguely similar to the burning flame.

That was the place where he took off the key before going to bed!

"Is this the Brilliant Spirit Liquid? The Brilliant Spirit Liquid of the 'Candle' phase? How much is this? More than 100 ml, right?" Fan Ning was stunned.

The viscous liquid flowed like light, and a large amount of radiant essence evaporated into the air, forming a shining light ball, and finally turned into ordinary inspiration and dissipated to various places on the surface of the world.

In such a room, Fanning felt that his spirit was extremely comfortable.

He reached into the incandescent liquid beside the pillow and fished out the necklace. The temperature of the spiritual liquid was close to human body temperature. Except for a slight feeling of water waves, there was nothing unusual.

The key was not contaminated at all and remained the same.

"It extracted the inspiration gathered in the dream?" Fanning was not very sure, because he had just focused on the conversation with the two people.

"No, why do you still think about these! It's too late!" Watching the light in the room gradually dim, Fanning woke up from a dream.

He flew out of bed and frantically found the "four-fold line" migration sign in the outer trouser pocket of the bedside table. He held the sign in one hand and took it slightly below the edge of the bed. With the other hand, he moved the remaining radiant essence liquid from the pillow.

After the symbol groove was filled, Fanning lay down again and placed the road sign on his lower abdomen.

The brilliant incandescent light curtain lit up, and the shadow of the "four-fold line" symbol appeared above, and the coordinate arc of the outer circle began to rotate rapidly.

Fanning closed his eyes and imagined his soul passing through them.

His ability to control sleep was already very strong, and soon his consciousness returned to tranquility.

…

"Huh? I woke up in my own apartment?"

Fanning sat up from the bed. Under the not very bright gas light, he saw the dark blue wooden floor, the horizontal wooden table and pile of books in the corner, and the old upright piano.

But when he looked at the paintings hanging in front of the piano, he found that he could not find the two portraits of musicians Gilles and Kashojnic.

Instead, there were some paintings with messy colors and lines, like those abstract works of art in his previous life.

So he successfully realized that he was dreaming.

Fanning lightly jumped up from the bed, flew out of the window and turned back. After observing the surroundings for a few breaths, his eyes were fixed on the largest abstract painting in front of the piano.

He imagined that he had a non-existent soft stick in his hand, and the whole person did a pole vault and a backflip--

Falling directly into the painting in a posture that he could never do in the real world!

At that moment, he felt that his soul had completely become independent, and he was falling rapidly in a kaleidoscope-like passage that folded many landscapes.

"Stage?"

Fanning looked around. "The altar of the church?"

There was a light brown wooden table under his feet, and there were stained glass windows on the surrounding walls, half covered by heavy curtains with plant patterns. Deep inside, there was a phantom of steps extending upward.

Fanning looked up along the steps and saw the organ performance platform composed of three rows of hand keyboards and one row of foot keyboards in the golden mist high up, as well as countless whistle pipes and pipes arranged behind the air storage bellows.

The organ shone with a golden luster, and the whole thing looked like a huge mechanical device that coexisted with the walls of the church building.

He turned around and looked at the bottom of the altar, where there were several rows of long mahogany chairs, a gallery lined with candle holders, columns decorated with curved plaster lines, and a dome skylight with a faint light.

"Has this reached the migration layer?" Fanning was a little confused, "Why is it a church?"

In the memory of yesterday's glimpse, the migration was countless wastelands hanging in the void, and in the distance were mountains and towering towers at the core.

Although Viadrin said that the situations in the migration were strange, the logic jumped and broke, and it was constantly changing.

But the scene in front of him was an indoor scene, which made people doubt.

Fanning tried to materialize the image of the key in his consciousness and successfully let it hang on his chest, but no radiance gathered on it.

He had the phenomenon of radiance gathering in his clear dreams before.

"Isn't this a migration? Am I still wandering on the edge of the astral layer?"

"But my inspiration is consumed much faster than in a clear dream."

Fan Ning didn't dare to waste time. He jumped down from the stage lightly, walked through rows of long mahogany chairs, and walked towards the church door in the distance.

The door was made of a whole piece of marble, with huge spiral grooves carved on it, which went around many times from the inside to the outside.

"Hmm? There is a relief in the middle."

He looked at the starting point in the center of the spiral, which was the four undulating and intersecting broken line symbols.

Fan Ning habitually made a dream-testing action: he stretched out his hand to try to see if he could pass through the object.

The palm of his hand was placed on the marble relief, and it felt cold and transparent like a real object.

He felt that inspiration was absorbed into it.

Carefully distinguishing the source of inspiration, there are four parts: one, two, three, and four.

Beethoven's "Für Elise", Chopin's "Impromptu Fantasie" and "Funeral March, Movement 3 of the Second Piano Sonata", Tchaikovsky's "Barcarolle".

A sudden change occurred, and the light golden curtain in front of his eyes burst into a strong light, turning into an almost incandescent color!

The number [395/100] dropped like a floodgate.

[300/100], [200/100], [100/100]...

At the moment when the number returned to [0/100], the light of the entire subtitle flashed for the last time, and then disappeared completely.

And the starting point of the relief in Fanning's hand began to overflow with golden light, like "charging", filling from the inside to the outside along the spiral groove, and stopped when it was about halfway through the first small circle.

So this church is the place where the mysterious message and subtitles finally led him to?

As for the progress of reproducing the music in memory, will it be transferred here in the future?

What would happen if he filled the entire spiral pattern in the future?

Before Fanning could think about it, he suddenly felt the cold touch on his hand disappear, and the entire marble door rippled like water ripples, gradually blurring.

Fanning's heart moved and he stepped forward.

This time, he didn't feel any obstacles and went straight through and came to the door of the church!

There seemed to be no gravity in this space, and he floated up.

In a deeper sleep, his consciousness was much hazier than a clear dream, and he could barely maintain a semi-awake state.

This is this!!

In the night, the steep mountains in front of him were covered with strange plants, and a huge waterfall fell from the top of the mountain like lightning, splitting the mountain into two, and then splitting into countless tributaries, winding like a stream at the foot of the mountain with a slightly gentler terrain.

Farther away was the clear Hui Tower, the lower edge of which was blocked by the mountains, and the upper end was towering into the sky.

Fanning's position was in the river at the foot of the mountains. Although floating, his lower body was still immersed in the cold river water.

But he had no time to care.

Because at this moment, he was staring at the existence on the dome of the Huita Tower.

Behind the curtains of thousands of light and darkness, the incomplete silhouette reflected by the glow reflected his soul.

Fanning felt that he could hardly breathe.

This feeling of suffocation and sublimity was like a steep cliff that was about to overwhelm people, dark clouds densely covering the sky and shooting out lightning, a volcano with destructive power, a strong wind that was about to sweep away everything, a vast ocean in the stormy waves, and a waterfall cast from a huge river (*Note 1)

This "first acquaintance light" was like sound but not sound, like scenery but not scenery, and even not like information carried by language.

It transcends the scope of what the five senses can perceive.

If I must describe it——

This "first light of acquaintance" is similar to the sound of a church organ, a tiny person being collided and crushed in the movement of a huge celestial body, a dazzling light, extreme ecstasy, confusion, dizziness, tears and transcendence like enlightenment!

In this state, Fanning seemed to have implanted a piece of hidden knowledge or secret transmission in his mind:

"Candle" is hope, enlightenment,

It is the most real silhouette of the glow, and the most sacred flame in the world.

"Endless Fugue" guides the climb to the top of art,

He lives in the holy presence of the house garden, and that is where your spirit was born,

He splits himself, and the wounds he opened are as bright as stars,

He spreads fuel, and the blood he sprays is as brilliant as fire.

The throne of inspiration and insight is therefore lifted up, lifted up, lifted up!

He separates your name from His servants,

The spirit that praises one of you is a burning candle, surrounded by Candlelight,

Coal that gathers wind, burning coal, coal that gushes out light,

All are the terrible, the beloved, the favored, the contemplative, the chosen of the Supreme, the recipient of secret transmission,

Telling in ecstasy, chanting, raising eyes, singing loudly,

Paying homage to the sky under the Supreme House, and being heard by Him,

Every day, inspiration rushes,

Full of joy, day and night,

As this saying says:

Holy, holy, holy, the Lord of Witness. "

This feeling was only experienced by Fanning in his two lives when he listened to certain symphony fragments live--

"Intracranial orgasm."

The hidden knowledge or secret transmission of countless "candles" poured into Fanning's mind.

"The Lord of Witness pointed to by this four-fold line symbol, His name is "Endless Fugue"? "

Fanning's inspiration grew rapidly, growing at an exaggerated speed.

At the same time, the soul was given a certain gift by this silhouette of the glow.

He stared at the existence behind the thousands of curtains for a long time.

After dozens of breaths, all the colors of the things in the flow turned into incandescence in his eyes.

He fell on his back, and the shape of his spirit penetrated the door of the church behind him and fell to the ground.

The bedroom was still dark, and there was silence inside and outside. Fanning opened his eyes.

He touched the gas lamp at the head of the bed and got up from the bed.

The road sign disappeared out of thin air after being used.

The clock on the wall pointed to 1:40 in the morning.

He walked to the window and gently pushed it open.

The winter night was silent.

He looked at the snow on the tall chestnut branches outside the glass, and the scenery in the courtyard in the gap.

"Everything is the same as usual, and everything is different from usual."

A light golden stream of light flashed through Fanning's eyes, and then returned to normal.

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*Note 1: Adapted from Kant’s discussion of “sense of the sublime” in “Critique of Judgment”.