Fan Ning sat on the bed, looked at the bright bedroom, and was stunned for a moment.
It wasn't until he noticed that the brightness of the room was actually getting darker that he started to look around.
He easily looked towards the pillow, where there was a large pool of light liquid, with a color between pale gold and incandescence.
The liquid flowed meanderingly on the uneven sheets, and more dripped along the edge of the bed to the ground, causing an almost dazzling white color to gather on the ground, and even a vague shadow that resembled burning flames.
That's where I took off the key and put it before going to bed!
"Is this the radiant spiritual liquid? The radiant spiritual liquid of the 'candle' phase? How much is it? Is it more than 100 milliliters?" Fan Ning was shocked.
The viscous liquid flows like light, and a large amount of light evaporates into the air, forming a shining light group, and finally turns into ordinary inspiration and escapes to all parts of the world.
In such a room, Fan Ning felt that his soul was extremely comfortable.
He reached into the incandescent lamp next to the pillow and fished out the necklace. The temperature of the spiritual fluid was close to human body temperature, and there was nothing unusual except for a slight water ripple sensation.
The key has no contamination and is still in its original condition.
"It analyzed the inspiration gathered in that dream?" Fan Ning was not sure, because his main focus just now was on the conversation with the two people.
"No, why are you still thinking about this! It's almost too late!" Fan Ning woke up as if the light in the room was gradually dimming.
He got out of bed as fast as he could, and hurriedly found the "four-fold line" movement sign in his trouser pocket on the bedside table. He held the sign with one hand and held it slightly lower than the edge of the bed. With the other hand, he picked up the remaining signs from the pillow.
A lot of radiant spiritual liquid was transferred.
After the symbol groove was filled, Fan Ning lay down again and placed the road sign on his lower abdomen.
The brilliant incandescent light curtain lit up, the shadow of the "four-fold line" symbol appeared above, and the coordinate arc of the outer circle began to rotate rapidly.
Fan Ning closed his eyes and imagined his spirit passing through them.
His ability to control sleep was already very strong, and soon his consciousness returned to tranquility.
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"Huh? I woke up in my apartment?"
Fan Ning sat up from the bed. Under the dim gas light, what he could see was the black wooden floor, the horizontal wooden table and bookshelf 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 Giles and Kashunich.
Instead, they are paintings with messy colors and lines, like those abstract art works from previous lives.
So he successfully realized that he was dreaming.
Fan Ning jumped up from the bed lightly, flew out of the window and came back. After looking around for a few breaths, his eyes focused on the largest abstract painting in front of the piano.
He imagined that there was a non-existent soft stick in his hand, and he performed a pole vault and backflip——
I fell directly into the painting in a position that I couldn't do in the real world!
At that moment, he felt that his spirit had become completely independent, falling rapidly in a kaleidoscope-like passage that folded many scenery.
"stage?"
Fan Ning looked at the surrounding environment. "The church's altar?"
There is a light brown wooden countertop under the feet. There are stained glass windows on the surrounding walls, which are half covered by thick curtains with plant patterns. There are shadows of steps extending upward deep inside.
Fan Ning looked up along the steps and saw in the golden mist high above, an organ bandstand consisting of three rows of hand keyboards and one row of pedal keyboards, as well as countless whistle and flute pipes arranged behind the air storage bellows. .
The organ shines like gold and looks like a huge mechanical device that is symbiotic with the church building wall.
He turned around and looked at the lower part of the podium, where there were rows of long mahogany chairs, a gallery lined with candle holders, columns decorated with curved plaster lines, and a dome skylight that revealed a faint light.
"Has this reached the surge level?" Fan Ning was a little confused, "Why is it a church?"
In the memory I had a glimpse of yesterday, there were countless wastelands hanging in the void, and in the distance were the surrounding mountains and the towering tower at the core.
Although Viadlin said that the situation in the migration is all kinds of strange, the logic jumps and breaks, and it is constantly changing.
But the scene in front of us is an indoor scene, which makes people suspicious.
Fan Ning tried to embody the image of the key in his consciousness and successfully let it hang on his chest, but no radiance gathered on it.
He had experienced the phenomenon of radiant matter gathering in his lucid dreams before.
"Isn't this the Yiyong? Am I still wandering on the edge of the astral layer?"
"But my inspiration is consumed much faster than in Qingmeng."
Fan Ning did not dare to waste time. He jumped down from the altar lightly, walked through the rows of long mahogany chairs, and walked towards the church door in the distance.
The door is made of a solid piece of marble, with huge spiral grooves carved into it, going around many times from the inside out.
"Hmm? There is a relief in the middle."
He looked at the starting point in the center of the spiral, which was the polyline symbol where the four undulating sections intersected.
Fan Ning habitually performed a dream-testing action: reaching out to see if he could pass through objects.
When the palm of your hand is pressed against the marble relief, it feels cold and transparent just like a real object.
He felt inspired.
Carefully identify the source of inspiration. To be precise, there are four parts: one, two, three, and four.
Beethoven's "For Elise", Chopin's "Fantasy Impromptu" and "Piano Sonata No. 2, Third Movement "Funeral March"", Tchaikovsky's "Barcarolle".
A sudden change occurred, and the pale golden light curtain in front of him burst into intense light, turning into an almost incandescent color!
The number [395/100] dropped like a floodgate opening.
[300/100],[200/100],[100/100]…
At the moment when the number returned to [0/100], the entire subtitle's light flashed for one last time, and then disappeared completely.
At the starting point of the relief on Fan Ning's hand, a golden stream of light began to overflow, like "charging", filling from the inside out along the spiral groove, stopping approximately halfway through the first small circle.
So this church is where the mysterious text message and subtitles finally led me to?
Will the progress of reproducing music in memory be transferred here in the future?
What will happen if you fill up the entire spiral pattern in the future?
Before Fan Ning 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 obstruction and walked straight through to the door of the church!
There seemed to be no gravity in the space here, and he floated.
In deeper sleep, his consciousness was much hazier than in lucid dreams, and he could barely maintain a semi-awake state.
This is this!!
In the night, the steep mountain ring in front of you was covered with strange plants. A huge waterfall fell from the top of the mountain like lightning, splitting the mountain in two, and then split into countless tributaries, winding at the foot of the mountain with a gentler terrain.
Like a stream.
Further away is the clear Hui Pagoda, with its lower edge blocked by the surrounding mountains and its upper end towering into the sky.
Fan Ning's location was in the river at the foot of the mountain. Although he was 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 above the dome of Huita.
Behind the millions of curtains of light and darkness, an incomplete silhouette reflected in the glow reflected his soul.
Fan Ning found it difficult to breathe.
This sense of suffocation and sublimity is like a steep cliff that threatens to overwhelm people, dense black clouds that shoot out thunder and lightning in the sky, a volcano with destructive power, a strong wind that threatens to sweep away everything, and a vast ocean in the midst of turbulent waves.
The view of the sea and the waterfall falling from the huge river (*Note 1)
This "light of first acquaintance" seems like a sound but not a sound, like a scene but not a scene, and it does not even seem like a message carried by language.
It goes beyond what the five senses can perceive.
If I had to describe it——
This "light of first acquaintance" is similar to the sound of a church organ. It is a small person being collided and crushed in the movement of a huge celestial body. It is a dazzling light, and it is an emotion of extreme ecstasy, confusion, and dizziness.
, it’s the shedding of tears and detachment like an epiphany!
In this state, Fan Ning seemed to have some hidden knowledge or secret message implanted in his mind:
""Candle" is hope,
It's Qiming,
It is the truest silhouette of the glow,
It is the most sacred flame in the world.
"Endless Fugue" guides the climb to the top of art,
He dwells in the holy presence of the garden of the house,
That's where your spirit was born,
He split his body, and the wounds he made were as bright as the stars,
He spreads the fuel, and the spray of blood shines like a blazing fire.
The throne of inspiration and insight is thus lifted up, lifted up, lifted up!
He separates your name from His servants,
The spirit that celebrates one of you is a burning candle, a gathering candle,
The wind-gathering coal, the blazing coal, the shining coal,
All are feared, beloved, favored, contemplative, supremely chosen, recipients of secret transmissions,
Speaking in ecstasy, chanting, raising eyes, singing loudly,
Pay homage to the heaven that dwells with the Most High, and be heard by Him,
Every day, inspiration surges,
Full of joy, day and night,
As this saying goes:
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Witnesses.”
This feeling was only experienced by Fan Ning and others when they listened to certain symphony excerpts live——
"Intracranial orgasm."
Countless "Zhu" hidden knowledge or secret transmissions poured into Fan Ning's mind.
"The name of the Lord of Witness pointed to by this four-fold line symbol is 'Endless Fugue'?"
Fanning's inspiration grew rapidly and grew at an exaggerated speed.
At the same time, the spirit is given a certain gift by the silhouette of the glow.
He stared for a long time at the existence behind thousands of curtains.
Until dozens of breaths later, all the colors of the moving objects turned into incandescence in my eyes.
He fell on his back, and his spiritual form penetrated the church door behind him and fell to the ground.
The bedroom was still dark, and there was silence inside and outside. Fan Ning opened his eyes.
He touched the gas lamp beside the bed with his hand and climbed out of bed.
The road sign disappears into thin air after being used.
The clock hand on the wall points to 1:40 am.
He walked to the window and pushed it open gently.
The winter nights are 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, but everything is different from usual."
A pale golden light flashed through Fan Ning's eyes, and then returned to normal.
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*Note 1: Adapted from Kant’s discussion of the “sense of the sublime” in “Critique of Judgment”.