Movement Six: Love Tells Me (11): Rise higher! (2-in-1)
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.
Once the invisible power of "Secret History" is exhausted, there will be no possibility of survival.
The scroll of the "historical projection" of the South began to turn and wrap around itself, becoming large and small transparent and holy bubbles.
The branches on the old man's body began to wither, and the flowers withered one after another.
Under the stage, in the process of eating and being eaten, the hosts of the banquet gathered more and more towards the middle. Their pale limbs covered with blood were piled together. At first glance, it was impossible to tell which ones were human beings and which ones were "native prophets".
”, only a few large mountains of flesh flowing with pus were entangled and squirming.
The unsettling theme reappears in the second half.
As the postal code's off-site solo came to an end, the dance theme progressed continuously downward, and the single yellow pipe in the key of E flat sounded in a triplet rhythm, announcing the individual death of the jungle singers.
At the end of the third movement, Fan Ning used continuous descending vibrato and strong band playing to create a catastrophic sound effect.
Then he once again felt that the energy of the chariot he was driving was about to escape.
The path in the "Gate of Lights and Shadows" still has no end, and the trend in the Hui Tower has also changed, from diagonally upward to almost vertically upward.
"boom!
——”
At the climax of the lustful ceremony, the entire red church, which was riddled with holes, collapsed, leaving only the broken walls attached to the base on the ground.
At first glance, it looks like half a broken egg shell floating in the rich dark red mist.
Moreover, those "bubbles" of historical projections that slowly floated upward, transformed by those who paid the price of their lives, were still beginning to be infected by the dark red mist, and the light became turbid little by little.
"it's time."
Fan Ning's gaze penetrated Huita and intertwined with Miss Nightingale's shadow.
The girl stood up from behind the harp and smiled clearly at him as always.
Luna further back bit her lip, her face was pale, and she said nothing.
The baton in Fan Ning's hand signaled PPP's weakness.
Low string sounds emerge from all directions, and gloomy column chords connect with dull and slow unison ups and downs.
The fourth movement, "Humanity Tells Me".
It begins with a repetition of the "Mysterious Motive" in the introduction to "The Poem of Awakening": it does not form a melody in the true sense, it is strange, terrifying, and weird, like a veil covering the mysterious substance.
It seems that he has returned to his previous rough and low-level knowledge.
But then, night falls.
"Oh, humans! Listen!"
Miss Nightingale's blue dress floated in the wind, her arms spread wide, and she issued a profound and deafening warning to the crazy banquet hosts in the audience!
"Humans! Listen!
What is the deep midnight saying?
I slept, I slept -
I woke up from a deep dream;
This world is deep,
Deeper than I thought in the daytime!"
A soprano with an unconventional temperament used a depressing and painful contralto melody to interpret a creature's transition from sleep to awakening, from restlessness to fear, from external pain to introspection of the inner world.
All the banquet hosts stopped what they were doing.
Even those confusing "native prophets", their star-shaped wheel-like limbs are trembling in place at this moment!
Things have fundamentally changed here.
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra", the fourth metaphor, the door of divinity.
There was only one layer of broken eggshell buildings left, together with the "bubbles" of historical projections, which were lifted rapidly amidst the threat of dark red mist, and Fan Ning's entire body in the Hui Tower turned into an extremely fast blazing stream of light, along the
Following a nearly vertical ascending path, it shoots towards the "other gate" at the other end!
"Oh, humans! Listen!" Miss Nightingale sang the drunken song again.
The eyes of all the twisted creatures looked towards the stage to listen to the warning!
After Fan Ning expanded, divided, and corrected the text, the meaning of the poem also became tilted. The two ends of the two parts mainly describe the degree of pain, while the middle focuses on expressing the transformation from spirituality to divinity.
The girl probably realized now that she, who always showed off her bright and high-pitched singing voice on stage, sang an alto song first during her last performance with her teacher, and it was the most important symphony performance.
That unforgettable depth and longing
The "bubbles" are floating and rising.
The old man, whose whole body was dilapidated and withered, shed two lines of clear tears in his eyes.
A large number of red carpets were blown up by the invisible wind, driving the filthy residue and juice into nothingness. Tables, chairs and candles fell below and disappeared, and those ugly and entangled bodies began to change rapidly.
"Humans! Listen!
Depth is the pain of the world;
Pleasure is deeper and deeper than pain;
Pain is saying: "Let's go!"
It’s a pity that pleasure requires eternity——
Asking for deep, deep eternity”
The slowly and hard-climbing vocal lines are just like the ice-blue starlight that the girl saw falling from the hole in the ceiling of the hall on the night Fan Ning created it.
The orchestral instruments rotate densely like a millstone, dragging the human voice into an abyss whose bottom cannot be seen, and the double brass pipes pull out repeated third-degree glissandos, like the eternal sighs and warnings left by the night watchman in the darkness.
The scarlet liquid is still eroding towards the center of the remaining base of the church like a tide.
But after the dark night, comes the morning light.
"Then, let's get higher next!"
Fan Ning gave the instruction to start shooting without any pause. The chariot he drove in the Hui Tower shone brightly and climbed all the way up!
"Bin-Bang-Bin-Bang-"
In the children's choir seat, the children's figures have been reduced to nothingness like the musicians. Under the leadership of Luna, they repeatedly sang the sound that imitated the bells, and the bassoon and bass single brass formed a dotted rhythm. Lively counterpoint.
The fifth movement, "The Angel Told Me".
The little girl performed very well today, but there were tears in her eyes.
She didn't look at anything or say anything along the way, but she knew that this was the last song she and her sister would sing together.
The excitement and restlessness in the hallucination, the confusion of blind grasping, and the dream of listening attentively are all introduced into the movement of the morning bell. The light pours down from the heights, burning the dark red mist that pervades everywhere into a large area that cannot be entered.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
In the aisle, a disturbing squirming thing bulged under the red carpet, surging towards the podium at a very fast speed.
"Miss Crimson", who had been dormant, took action again, grabbing Fan Ning's back on the podium with a huge "paint hand"!
"Hey--"
When the paint hand was still two meters away from Fan Ning, a purple electric grid tied it in place.
This current interface is covered with "key" knowledge, filled with countless changing wounds but airtight.
The two extremely solid and restrained forces clashed, directly opening several watermelon-sized voids next to Fan Ning!
After a stalemate in mid-air for several seconds, two red-purple figures emerged and each bounced back.
"You won't rest again?"
The girl in the purple skirt looked at the other party coldly and spoke slowly.
"Aren't you claiming that this work cannot escape the will of 'Red Pond'? Why, now that I heard it, I don't dare to listen to it?"