There are no questions and answers for the person who plays the postal signal.
But Fan Ning, who asked this question for proof, finally realized the blur that lasted for several months in the dreamlike midsummer - maybe he had been aware of it for a long time, and had a latent response, but it was not as clear as it is now.
clear understanding.
From dreaming in the mixed zone behind the secret door of Turner Art Hall, to the short experience of "Return to Blue Star", from the illusion created by "Miss Scarlet", to waking up on the beach, and one after another during the journey to the South.
deep dream within dream
I have never returned to the waking world.
From that day, I stood on the balcony of the director's office and looked out at the dawn.
"Her comprehensible images include affectionate gifts, disturbing aromas, rich wines and warm and unsettling hallucinations."
"A common form of music that pays tribute to her is to mix the waking world and the dream world to express, or simply imply that the current situation is a dream, so as to escape reality in a lake of illusion in order to gain relief from the pain of the soul.
comfort"
Fan Ning recalled the sentences in "A Comment on Fanghui" that he had already understood by heart.
When I read it for the first time, it was the second day. I was still on the business carriage. The sunshine that day was still as hot as usual. New tea was planted in the fields on the outskirts of the city, and it was full of hydrangeas.
I saw little girl Luna's silver dress and hair lifted up by the breeze. In the distance, on the too transparent sea, there were steamships and sailboats, as well as the reflections of the black volcanic rocks on the top of the mountain.
"Dionysian art." Fan Ning, who was swinging the racket, didn't realize how surprised everything was so far. He just laughed twice, quite melancholy and tiredly.
Those confusing and strange places
After the music is played, the "fruit emblem" can appear on the branches in an extremely fantastic way;
Getting lost suddenly and for no apparent reason during the journey;
After the body of a living being dies, the decay process greatly exceeds the normal speed in summer;
You can find yourself by following the dream, but you cannot directly contact Qiong in the Northern Continent in this way;
The sound of birdsong lingering in the Ortos rainforest;
The review in St. Agenzia's Hospital was extremely smooth, almost uncontrollably and spontaneously;
The unique mechanism of "Awakening Chant", the overflowing illusion of flowers raining and nectar flowing after midsummer has arrived;
Also, people born in the South cannot enter the "Place of Confusion"? The "Place of Confusion" where the riverbed dries up, the trees die, and the air is hot and dry instead of hot and humid?
"You are also a poet and scholar who studies history. You should know that the Southern Continent during the 'Duchy of Chaos' period produced some rare and valuable spices, minerals and ivory, but from the side of historical data, the flora and fauna at that time
The natural resources are very poor, and the living conditions are so bad that it is even said to be a 'land of suffering'."
"In the middle and late 5th century, rain suddenly began to become abundant, and even the natural conditions such as mountains, rivers, and ocean currents underwent a strange change for the better, which ushered in a great explosion of products..."
Fanning recalled what Masenegu once mentioned in casual conversation.
Speaking of which, the earl's "guide" has been disemboweled by the "native prophet" at the banquet. I am afraid that he will not be able to realize his plan of further promotion and marrying a noble lady. But the paradox is that his lifelong dream
I'm afraid it has happened again: the orgy in this large-scale ceremony has torn all the clothes and flesh of "palace love" to pieces.
Fan Ning raised his hand, the figures of the three violinists became pale, and the overall volume of their voices dropped slightly.
The shot was taken again, and their figures and volumes returned to their original state.
Again, the same goes for trombone players and French horn players.
"Macias, whose skinned wounds were covered, fell into a deep sleep and was promoted to the Lord of Witnesses?"
There is no such thing as a "land of confusion", it's just a "land of pain" where part of the dream world collapsed in advance and returned to reality.
Just like the garden I visited.
How can the southern spirit body floating among the sleeping images return to the waking world?
Fan Ning's eyes intertwined with An and Luna sitting behind her again, and she smiled melancholy and tiredly again.
That’s right, being in the process of the “Meat Sacrifice” ceremony, and not being protected by the “Blade” altar of Poglerich in the Special Patrol Hall, if it was just the music performance in the waking world, how could I do it alone?
A thread of inspiration can keep the musicians' bodies and minds unaffected?
Unless, this is all a dream.
It would be possible to rely on one's own understanding of "pool" and the mystical identity of the ceremonial music conductor to temporarily protect the spirits in dreams from the risk of contamination by increasing the cognitive buffer.
temporary.
The poet is dead. Just look at the outside world that no longer exists and the ruined churches. When the music is over, all sunshine, flowers, ocean currents, rainforests, products, including the people born in this country, will be like soap.
Disillusionment bursts like a bubble.
The postal code is still ringing.
The long off-site solo in the third movement reminds people of the mysterious Ortos rainforest, and a deep sense of nostalgia echoes in the church where cups and plates are scattered.
The man holding the trumpet remained silent, and his words could actually resonate directly in the hearts of others, but perhaps it was for the sake of the smoothness of the musical interpretation in a mystical sense, and perhaps there was no need for redundant answers.
“Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!
——”
There was a bright and high-spirited performance, and the petals and paper strips wrapped around "Miss Crimson" on the ceremony table suddenly tightened.
"Pfft!" Like tofu soaked in blood, it was crushed in the palm of your hand, and then the fragmented residual liquid overflowed from your fingertips.
But in the blink of an eye, the brightness of the red church dimmed a bit again, and countless scarlet marks appeared on the vault walls, and then, blood rained down with a sweet smell.
Gentle laughter and voices that make people feel like they are spring breeze sounded from all directions in the church:
"What's there to fight in the dream?...There's still a little while to rest."
Obviously, this leader with half the strength of the Order Enforcer is no match for the Saint, but what she needs to do most now is just wait for the "red pool" to come and return.
She walks here with the will of a witnessing Lord, but the southern kingdom does not.
He didn't pay attention to it. He held the postal signal and moved around the church while playing.
The horn kept flashing a bright light, like a flashlight equipped with a pink light array. It seemed that something like a "scroll" had fallen off the wall, decoration or object that was illuminated by it.
They are transparent and shiny. Inside, there is initially a fragment of the object itself, but after floating and curling up in the air several times, it changes into different scenes, including people, scenery, buildings, flowers, paintings, texts and
Sheet music...
The old man kept playing, and the branches on his body began to turn yellow, and the bright colors of the flowers seemed to dim.
"Projection of history?" There was a hint of surprise and ridicule in the gentle female voice, "Ha... isn't this old guy looking for death? Or is he the kind who could have lived, but now it's meaningless..."
Human beings can never completely remember a thing or a type of thing - the things referred to here are "tangible things", and "intangible things" that contain abstract knowledge and information such as written poetry, music and art, dance sculptures, etc. are not included in this list.
You can't remember an apple. What you can remember is the orange-red peel, the round shape, the sweet and sour taste, the refreshing juice, the crispy or soft texture...
You can't remember an old friend. All you can remember is her body shape, her usual clothes, her hair style and smell, her voice and smile, as well as the words and works she left behind, or the shared experiences between them.
Every trivial and specific thing that happened.
The same is true for a dream. What can be remembered after waking up are only lights and shadows, smells, emotions, fragments of key plots, or a small piece of knowledge - attached intangible things.
The above are no longer themselves, but just "historical projections" of a certain aspect. It sounds a bit pessimistic, but unfortunately it is true - for the things that have passed away, these are the only things that can be involved in the drift.
This is the only thing people can remember and remember.
Master Lükert wanted to preserve the "historical projection" of the Southern Kingdom when it completely disappeared, so that at least it would not be completely hopeless and ashes, at least it would not drift further in the tide.
But in fact this is not possible.
An ignorant person can deeply remember a few old things that he regards as treasures and a few old friends who are unforgettable.
A knowledgeable or profound person can memorize a river, an ancient castle, a village or a more complex secret history.
As for the order enforcer, even though he possesses the more powerful invisible power of "secret history", it is impossible for him to turn the entire southern country into a historical projection and remember it. The depth and breadth of this concept are too great, and his "try your best"
"Conversion" is just a drop in the bucket.
After doing all this, the old man's eyes showed a look of determination. He threw the "half-smoked cigar" into the air, split into hundreds of identical afterimages, and then burned violently with a pink light.
.
Gentle voices laughed again from all directions, with a tone that sounded like regret and sigh:
"Oh, Lord Saint is such a suitable deputy to worship the 'Red Pond'."
Originally, the Order Enforcers, who did not rely on the waking world for survival, could still save their lives after the Southern Dream dissipated.
To be continued...