Within a few seconds of walking in the light curtain, the ice and snow hanging on Qiong's body melted rapidly, half of the scales on her cheeks turned into powder and peeled off, and the small snakes sprouting from her body and the tentacles transformed from her dress also turned into illusions and disappeared.
Fan Ning smiled and breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his raised arm.
He took a few unsteady steps back, outside the projection zone, and squatted down to tighten his shoelaces.
Then began to inventory some necessary climbing aids in the package.
The turbid sky is getting darker, perhaps it can be called the moment before nightfall.
Pastoral songs with a nostalgic color filter soon became unfamiliar again, with muted brass, violins striking strings with bows, the use of augmented fourths and subtracted fifths, frequent out-of-tune semitones, and other mysterious scenes.
The weird and terrifying dynamic picture scroll was revealed again.
But as the southern projection spread, the collapsed pixels inside began to change. The phantoms of flowers and palm trees rose from the ground. The frozen soil turned into white beaches and parasols. The area near the colorful edge appeared like waves.
sound
The "musical instruments" and umbilical cords flying in from all directions quickly dried up and withered after entering the pink light curtain, and formed a dense network of branches high above the head.
There are violins hanging on it.
It is a wooden violin with four strings, two f-holes, reddish-brown luster, and light and elegant curves.
Other musical instruments gradually grew around, and they were different from those seen along the way.
"Qiong, I can chat with you for a while, about five minutes." After counting the packages, Fan Ning took out a piece of frozen unleavened bread and started chewing it with snow water.
"Does this count as a performance of a work?" At the center point where the historical projection initially spread, the girl sat down with her legs curled up and took over the control of the instrument from Fan Ning.
A large number of "cyclones" of score pages began to swirl and dance around her.
"Forget it, I think there are a lot of 'people' listening. Although I don't see anyone in my field of vision, at least those people who disappeared in the southern dreamland will witness in the dark and witness the 'summer noon' at that time.
Dream' to move towards a more complete place"
"Okay, it's just that I think there's a good chance you won't be able to climb to the top."
"The plans made by climbers all include a round trip, but I did it one way, which is less difficult than them."
Fan Ning swallowed the unleavened bread hard and then patted his chest.
Staying inside the projection can ensure Qiong's safety for a long time, but it cannot protect Fan Ning herself.
He could escape the cognitive distortion caused by excessive color, but he could not escape the pollution and erosion of the remains of the "old days". He had no choice.
The girl who also understood the location of this joint nodded lightly: "But you seem to be very sure that you will definitely get what you want up there, and you will definitely be able to get out."
"Yeah, I have an intuition."
"Where does this intuition come from? It doesn't make sense."
"Or is it a kind of emotional coherence?"
"Emotional coherence?" she asked.
Fan Ning tried to organize his words, but his feelings about this issue always made his muddy thoughts become clear:
"Usually when composing music, I need to find a theme, a tone, or an emotional development line. This is very important. If I can't do this, the melody will be continued for the sake of continuation, and the counterpoint will be written for the sake of harmony.
If it is harmonious, four movements would be written just to make up one piece. But I haven’t felt this way for a long time now. Everything here is trying to mess up your internal organs and brain.”
"Strictly speaking, the Fourth Symphony, which I composed in an effort to stay awake, still carries a sense of emotional fragmentation. Everything is normal and everything is against the grain. I don't know if it is right to publish it like this after I go out.
Good or bad, but when I look at the lighthouse, my emotions are rarely coherent. I can't tell whether the things inside are familiar and familiar, or strange and scary, but I am sure that a large part of my confusion may be
get answered"
"If you describe it as 'paranoia for an unknown goal', the feeling is probably the same as when you desperately tried to collect the radiant spirit liquid before."
Qiong kept nodding lightly, and after being silent for a while, he added: "So, you will be promoted to 'Crescent Moon' in the near future, and others will also change the names for you, but I will not see these."