musicians of old

Fanning sat on the bed, looked at the bright bedroom, and was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't until he realized that the brightness of the room was actually getting darker that he started to look around.

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

The liquid snaked and flowed on the uneven quilt, and more dripped to the ground along the edge of the bed, making the ground also gather an almost blinding white, and there was even a faint shadow of burning flames.

That's where I put the keys after I took off the keys before going to bed!
"This is... the radiant psychic liquid? The radiant psychic liquid of the 'candle' phase? How much does it have? More than 100 milliliters?" Fan Ning was stunned.

The viscous liquid flows like light, and a large amount of brilliance transpires into the air, forming a shining light cluster, and finally becomes ordinary inspiration and spreads everywhere in the appearance of the world.

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

He reached into the incandescent lamp next to the pillow, and took out the necklace. The temperature of the ectoplasmic liquid was close to human body temperature, and there was nothing unusual except for a slight rippling sensation.

The key is free of any stains and is still in its original condition.

"It analyzed the inspiration gathered in that dream?" Fanning was not very sure, because he was mainly focused on talking with the two of them just now.

"No, what else do you want to do! It's too late!" Seeing the light in the room gradually dimming, Fanning woke up like a dream.

He got out of bed like flying, and frantically found out the "four-fold line" moving road sign in the trousers pocket of the bedside table, holding the road sign with one hand, and sticking it at a place slightly lower than the edge of the bed, and taking the rest of the road from the pillow with the other hand. A large amount of brilliant spiritual liquid was allocated.

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

The brilliant incandescent light curtain lit up, the phantom 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 spirit passing through them.

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

……

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

Fanning sat up from the bed, under the dim gas light, what he could see was the black wooden floor, the horizontal wooden table and pile of books in the corner, and the old-fashioned upright piano.

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

But some paintings with messy colors and lines, like those abstract works of art in previous lives.

So he succeeded in realizing that he was dreaming.

Fan Ning bounced up from the bed lightly, flew out of the window and then turned back. After observing around for a few breaths, his eyes fixed on the largest abstract painting in front of the piano.

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

In a posture that I couldn't do in the real world, I fell directly into the painting!

At that moment, he felt that his spirit was completely independent, and he fell rapidly in a kaleidoscopic channel that folded many landscapes.

"stage?"

Fanning surveyed his surroundings. "The altar of the church?"

There is a light brown wooden countertop under the feet, and there are stained glass windows on the surrounding walls, which are half-covered by thick curtains with plant patterns, and there are phantoms of steps extending upwards deep inside.

Fan Ning looked up along the steps, and saw in the golden mist on the high place, the pipe organ platform composed of three rows of hand keyboards and one row of pedal keyboards, as well as countless whistle pipes and reed pipes arranged behind the air storage bellows .

The pipe organ shines with a golden color, and the whole looks like a huge mechanical device that coexists with the walls of the church building.

He turned around and looked under the stage, there were several rows of long mahogany chairs, a porch lined with candle holders, porch columns decorated with curved plaster lines, and dome skylights that shimmered.

"Has this already reached the upper level?" Fanning was a little puzzled, "Why is it a church?"

In the memory I glimpsed yesterday, there are countless wastelands hanging in the void, and in the distance are the surrounding mountains and the towering towers at the core.

Although Viadrin said that the situation in the shift is all kinds of strange, the logic jumps and breaks, and it is constantly changing.

But in front of him is an indoor scene, which makes people suspicious.

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

Before that, he had the phenomenon of brilliance gathering in his lucid dreams.

"Isn't it Yi Chung here? I'm still wandering on the edge of the astral plane?"

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

Fanning didn't dare to waste time, he lightly jumped off the podium, passed through rows of long mahogany chairs, and walked towards the church gate in the distance.

The material of the door is a whole block of marble, and huge spiral grooves are chiseled on it, winding many circles from the inside to the outside.

"Huh? There's a relief in the middle."

He looked at the starting point in the center of the spiral, which was the broken line symbol where the four sections of ups and downs converged.

Fanning habitually performed a dream-testing action: stretching out his hand to see if he could pass through the object.

The palm is attached to the marble relief, which is as cold and transparent as the real object.

He felt inspired to be ingested.

Carefully identify the source of inspiration, to be precise. One, two, three, four four parts.

Beethoven's "Für Elise", Chopin's "Fantasy Impromptu" and "Second Piano Sonata No. [-] Third Movement "Funeral March"", Tchaikovsky's "Barchante".

The sudden change made the pale golden light curtain in front of him burst into intense light, turning into an almost incandescent color!
The number of [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.

At the starting point of the relief in Fan Ning's hand, a golden streamer began to overflow, like "charging energy", filling the spiral groove from the inside to the outside, and stopping when it was about half of the first small circle.

So this church is the place where the mysterious text message and subtitles finally guided me to?

For the reproduction progress of the music in memory, will it be transferred here in the future?

What will happen if you fill up the entire spiral pattern in the future?
Before Fanning could think about it, he suddenly felt that the cold touch on his hand disappeared, and the entire marble door rippled like water ripples, gradually blurring.

Fan Ning's heart moved, and he stepped forward.

This time, he didn't feel any hindrance, he went straight through and came to the door of the church!
The space here seemed to have no gravity, and he floated.

In a deeper sleep, his consciousness is much hazier than that of a clear dream, and he can barely maintain a semi-awake state.

This is this! !
In the night, the steep surrounding mountains in front of you are covered with strange plants, and a huge waterfall splits down from the top of the mountain like lightning, splitting the mountain in two, and then splits into countless tributaries, winding at the foot of the slightly gentler mountain Like a brook.

Farther away is the clear Hui Pagoda, the lower edge is blocked by surrounding mountains, and the upper end soars into the sky.

Fan Ning's position was in the river surrounding the foot of the mountain. Although he was floating, his lower body was still submerged in the cold river water.

But he had no time to care.

Because at this moment, he was staring at the existence above the dome of Hui Tower.

Behind the curtain of thousands of lights and darkness, an incomplete silhouette refracted by the glow reflects his spirit.

Fanning found it hard to breathe.

This sense of suffocation and sublime is like a steep cliff that is about to overwhelm people, a black cloud that shoots out lightning bolts densely in the sky, a volcano with destructive power, a strong wind that is about to sweep away everything, and a person in a stormy sea. The view of the vast ocean and the hanging waterfall cast down from the huge river. (*Note 1)

This "light of first acquaintance" looks like sound but not sound, like scene but not scene, and it doesn't even seem like information with language as the carrier.

It goes beyond what the five senses can perceive.

If you have to describe——

This "light of first acquaintance" is similar to the sound of a church organ, it is a small person being collided and crushed by a huge celestial body, it is a dazzling light, and it is an emotion of extreme ecstasy, confusion, and vertigo , It is tears and detachment like epiphany!
In such a state, Fan Ning seemed to have a hidden knowledge or a secret message implanted in his mind:
""Candle" is hope,

It's Qiming,
It is the most realistic silhouette of glow,
It is the most sacred flame in the world.

"Endless Fugue" guides climbing to the top of art,
He dwells in the holy presence of the garden of the house,

Above is where your spirit was born,
He split his body, and the wounds opened were as bright as stars,

He sows the fuel, and the blood that gushes forth is as bright as a blazing fire.

The throne of inspiration and insight is thus held high, high, high!
He separates your name from his servants,

The spirit that remembers one of you is a burning candle, a gathering candle,

Wind-gathering coals, burning coals, glowing coals,

All are the Terror, the Beloved, the Favored, the Contemplative, the Chosen of the Most High, the Receiver of Secrets,
In ecstasy speak, chant, look up, sing loudly,
Homage to the firmament beneath which dwells supreme, and be heard by him,

In every day, inspiration rushes,

Full of joy day and night,
As the saying goes:
Holy, holy, holy, Lord of witnesses. "

This feeling can only be experienced by Fan Ning II when he listened to some symphony fragments on the spot——

"Intracranial orgasm."

Numerous hidden knowledge or secret transmissions of "candles" poured into Fan Ning's mind.

"The Lord of Witness pointed to by this four-fold line symbol is called 'Endless Fugue'?"

Fanning's inspirations grew exponentially, growing with exaggerated speed.

At the same time, the spirit was endowed with a certain gift by the silhouette of the glow.

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

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

He fell on his back, the spirit form piercing through the church door behind him and crashing to the surface.

The bedroom was still dark, and there was no sound inside or outside. Fanning opened his eyes.

He touched the gas lamp beside the bed with his hand, and got up from the bed.

The signpost disappears out of thin air after use.

The hour hand on the wall pointed to 1:40 am.

He went to the window and pushed it open gently.

The winter night is silent.

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

"It's the same as usual, and it's not the same again."

A pale golden light flashed across Fan Ning's eyes, and then returned to normal.

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*Note 1: Adapted from Kant's discussion on the "sense of the sublime" in "Critique of Judgment".