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Nadia slowly opened her eyes and studied her surroundings. Her body was not heavy, neither numb, still it refused to stand, it wasn’t due to any physical harm, it was the almost shocking astonishment after “that” happened. She wasn’t the only one, several like her lied in their seats and one by one opened their eyes.
No one could comprehend what happened… Or more likely they could but refused to do it.
That was simple… Because the human psyche wasn’t made to withstand those that could not be analyzed by any of their senses. It was a luck that their brains decided to simply unplug instead of frying themselves.
Slowly as their being recovered from the shock it would respond to its own will again, but for now they could only try to barely grasp what just happened.
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The philharmonic had no means to notice the “unnoticeable” presence of the masked man, yet even if they had no one would had tried the effort to do it, after all, their mind was completely focused on their next play.
This would be the first time they actually played the song. Certainly each person studied and practiced their part yet for the very first time they would join them all. Sweat and a nervous breathing traveled through all the men in black, this including the conductor himself, after all, just practicing each part was the source of an undescriptable unease. Even within the philharmonic there were those who felt a slight drop of fear while others were shakin.
Even with that… no one chose the path to run away, they stood firmly and as the baton of the conductor descended their bodies moved as well.
The first note, the first stream of sound… what was it? Was it a violin or its sister the viola? Perhaps a clarinet? A trumpet? A string? Even a whistle?... No one was sure, for as soon as it begun each single person was caught into a deep trance. Those who played were as well caught and their bodies moved by themselves. Everybody felt it, this was beyond human understading, this was a supernatural event.
The song pierced their ears, pierced their skin, traveled their inners and reached their spirit and also pierced it. It made of their consciousness and their subconsciousness its playground. It shook, mixed and twisted everything within every single person.
Yet certainly each one would later say… “’ ‘twas the most magnificent piece my ears hath ever felt the pleasure to hear…”
How long it lasted? Was it an instant or an eternity? Was it even meaningful? Reality was warped or more likely lost its valuable meaning and with it time as well. Thus even an instant lasted an eternity, such contradiction of logic was possible within the song’s entanglement.
A whirpool used to mix each single one consciousness, for that “undefineable time” each single one transcended existence and understood it all, became enlighted and all knowledgeable, realized peace and then lost it, for also an undefineable amount of time they lost that feeling of uncomprehensible transcendence.
And then all was shut down.
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Nadia’s eyes visualized the theater as it was but without a ceiling, or more likely, the seemingly endless ceiling was particle by particle raising to the sky and being miss on it. That was impressive by itself, but there was another more strange irregularity, the sky; the sky itself wasa not blue, grey or dark instead it was colored in scarlet.
And just as she realized that she felt something within her inner self. A voice? A presence? Herself? Or was it she….? Regardless it had no definite meaning more than something beyond understanding. However, whatever it was it communicated a message to her and as well a message to each person whose will was strong enough to let them open their eyes and look at the scarlet sky.
The method used to deliver the message was as well uncomprehensible but their brains translated it into an otherworldly voice echoing through their consciousness.
“Oh! It is! Oh glory! The “ “ had arrived, the Nocturne had been played!!! Oh! At last we can play and toy, at last we can mold it all!!!
But what about the promise?!!! Certainly there was a promise!!!
Seek the “ “ Oh! Child of mine! Play the “ “ Oh! Child of mine!
Then a new world thou’ll decide and we’ll sculpt it for thee!
But be aware Oh! Child of mine! For thy being is split! For thy is many!!!
Each one will act in this play, each one will paint!
Each one of thy being Oh! Child of mine! Each one will direct my sculping.
Thy span of existence labeled as life is filled with uncertainty and filled with grief.
A sad, dark or perhaps colorful and bright movie had each one of thee crafted and carved deep in thy mind, deep in thy essence.
We’ll mold thy dream as we desire that painting. But for that Oh! Child of mine! Show us, offer us an act in which thou beat that crafted life. We’ll bring it back for thou. Thy’ll relieve it all in flesh and thy’ll task is to overcome it. Then we’ll mold thy will.
It shall be a fine contest between all of thee split beings of my child. Once the painting in the sky become once again as it was, the play will begin!
Oh! I can’t wait. Oh! Child of mine”
Each one was left speechless. Nadia tried her best to understand as well as everybody did. Only a few could see the scarlet sky, and only those few will have the right to play in that “contest”.
A contest that will relive their “crafted and carved movies in flesh” or in short to bring back their past to them.
A contest that would begin as soon as the Scarlet leaves the sky.
A contest to mold the world on their own will.
No one could comprehend what happened… Or more likely they could but refused to do it.
That was simple… Because the human psyche wasn’t made to withstand those that could not be analyzed by any of their senses. It was a luck that their brains decided to simply unplug instead of frying themselves.
Slowly as their being recovered from the shock it would respond to its own will again, but for now they could only try to barely grasp what just happened.
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The philharmonic had no means to notice the “unnoticeable” presence of the masked man, yet even if they had no one would had tried the effort to do it, after all, their mind was completely focused on their next play.
This would be the first time they actually played the song. Certainly each person studied and practiced their part yet for the very first time they would join them all. Sweat and a nervous breathing traveled through all the men in black, this including the conductor himself, after all, just practicing each part was the source of an undescriptable unease. Even within the philharmonic there were those who felt a slight drop of fear while others were shakin.
Even with that… no one chose the path to run away, they stood firmly and as the baton of the conductor descended their bodies moved as well.
The first note, the first stream of sound… what was it? Was it a violin or its sister the viola? Perhaps a clarinet? A trumpet? A string? Even a whistle?... No one was sure, for as soon as it begun each single person was caught into a deep trance. Those who played were as well caught and their bodies moved by themselves. Everybody felt it, this was beyond human understading, this was a supernatural event.
The song pierced their ears, pierced their skin, traveled their inners and reached their spirit and also pierced it. It made of their consciousness and their subconsciousness its playground. It shook, mixed and twisted everything within every single person.
Yet certainly each one would later say… “’ ‘twas the most magnificent piece my ears hath ever felt the pleasure to hear…”
How long it lasted? Was it an instant or an eternity? Was it even meaningful? Reality was warped or more likely lost its valuable meaning and with it time as well. Thus even an instant lasted an eternity, such contradiction of logic was possible within the song’s entanglement.
A whirpool used to mix each single one consciousness, for that “undefineable time” each single one transcended existence and understood it all, became enlighted and all knowledgeable, realized peace and then lost it, for also an undefineable amount of time they lost that feeling of uncomprehensible transcendence.
And then all was shut down.
-------------------------------------------------
Nadia’s eyes visualized the theater as it was but without a ceiling, or more likely, the seemingly endless ceiling was particle by particle raising to the sky and being miss on it. That was impressive by itself, but there was another more strange irregularity, the sky; the sky itself wasa not blue, grey or dark instead it was colored in scarlet.
And just as she realized that she felt something within her inner self. A voice? A presence? Herself? Or was it she….? Regardless it had no definite meaning more than something beyond understanding. However, whatever it was it communicated a message to her and as well a message to each person whose will was strong enough to let them open their eyes and look at the scarlet sky.
The method used to deliver the message was as well uncomprehensible but their brains translated it into an otherworldly voice echoing through their consciousness.
“Oh! It is! Oh glory! The “ “ had arrived, the Nocturne had been played!!! Oh! At last we can play and toy, at last we can mold it all!!!
But what about the promise?!!! Certainly there was a promise!!!
Seek the “ “ Oh! Child of mine! Play the “ “ Oh! Child of mine!
Then a new world thou’ll decide and we’ll sculpt it for thee!
But be aware Oh! Child of mine! For thy being is split! For thy is many!!!
Each one will act in this play, each one will paint!
Each one of thy being Oh! Child of mine! Each one will direct my sculping.
Thy span of existence labeled as life is filled with uncertainty and filled with grief.
A sad, dark or perhaps colorful and bright movie had each one of thee crafted and carved deep in thy mind, deep in thy essence.
We’ll mold thy dream as we desire that painting. But for that Oh! Child of mine! Show us, offer us an act in which thou beat that crafted life. We’ll bring it back for thou. Thy’ll relieve it all in flesh and thy’ll task is to overcome it. Then we’ll mold thy will.
It shall be a fine contest between all of thee split beings of my child. Once the painting in the sky become once again as it was, the play will begin!
Oh! I can’t wait. Oh! Child of mine”
Each one was left speechless. Nadia tried her best to understand as well as everybody did. Only a few could see the scarlet sky, and only those few will have the right to play in that “contest”.
A contest that will relive their “crafted and carved movies in flesh” or in short to bring back their past to them.
A contest that would begin as soon as the Scarlet leaves the sky.
A contest to mold the world on their own will.
Kinda rushing a bit the intro, 'cause it's well, the intro.
Anyway, givin' we are in casual I was kinda expecting a bit more of writing than one liners.
Anyway, givin' we are in casual I was kinda expecting a bit more of writing than one liners.
I can see you wielding a Narwhal with fury again this time
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Btw, do anyone here knows the HTML code to post videos?
Btw, do anyone here knows the HTML code to post videos?
The group of artists performing in the gardens weren’t the only one. This was the biggest event of the year and thousands of people had traveled from long away countries just to be part of it. Thus, as the announcement came, several figures arrived and soon the young artists found themselves surrounded by the excited crowd.
In front of them an astonishing sight revealed. The Palace shaped like a theater, but not a common one. It was so big that the seats in the gallery descended over and over creating endless rows and the bottom could not be seen, and as if it were to be sustained by simply magic, a large circle of polished wood and marble separated from the thousands seats that surrounded it, stood in the middle of ot suspended in midair by seemingly nothing. The position was such that from any corner, any seat within the gallery, there would be no problem to attend the performance.
On her own, Nadia took a seat in her own private balcony, interrupting several of the rows of seats in the gallery, placed in the best of all positions. A balcony of beautiful wood ornamented by intricate gold patterns and crimson lines. Even with that, the expression of the noble girl was a mix of boredom and anxiety, she didn’t seem to be interested in the event that also promised a commemoration for her dead grandfather, in fact she would rather be anywhere but there.
After half hour, the public waited anxious in their seats for the spectacle to begin. The lights went out as a signal of it and this was soon followed by people’s claps.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, with great pleasure I’ll announce our first spectacle. Here with us I present you a new recently born philharmonic born from young new talented artists and famous members of the Anheldrim’s Symphony group once lead by Lord Jeremiah Eisendin himself, the brilliant artist, the most important man of this century who sadly left us four years ago as time claimed him to perform his beautiful compositions in the afterlife.
They will perform for us revisions of Anheldrim’s Symphony most famous compositions and promised them to entertain us with new material.
With claps give your warm welcome to the Crimson Carnation Philharmonic lead by Elean Valent".
As soon as the voice said this more claps filled the room accompanying the rising red curtains revealing a group of at least fifty people, men and women, dressed in black holding each one a particular instrument, in front of them a man with short black hair that matched the suit, received the claps with a solemn reverence.
“I thank all of you for your greeting, ladies, gentlemen, and overall Lady Nadia Eisendin. I offer to you the memories of our loved Lord Eisendin with our humble performance.”
At the mention of her name, Nadia’s face revealed a slight grimace of disgust that no one ever saw. She looked with the same bored expression at the group as she waved a golden fan against her face.
The man turned to the group and with a signature of his hand holding a black baton, the magic begun.
It was an unique spectacle of lights and sounds, and the eyes of the young Nadia shone as soon as a dragon made of light crossed flying over her. This wasn’t just a marvelous mix of sounds, but also a show of the “Expression” of each artist, manifested in a spectacle of light, bubbles, smokes, and other wonders mixed with a perfect harmony.
At the same time that the violins and trumpets mixed, red smoke flied toward the ceiling to be stopped by a wall of blue water, mixing both colors creating an beautiful purple steam, and this was the pure essence coming from the artists.
Such was a concert inside of Anheldrim, a wonder that it was worth to enjoy.
Half an hour… half an hour they continued playing their wonders, however this was a time that felt eternal… as this was the effect created by the art of the philharmonic of Eisendin…. To simulate the eternity, an eternity that delighted those in front of the spectacle.
Yet also no one noticed the true flow of time. By this point all were entranced for at least three hours. However when regarding to art, time has little to no importance for people. They simply attended not smiling, not moving, simply enjoying.
The music continued and continued, entrancing all the audience with a mix of sounds and expressions that resembled magic. The acts of several performers enhance the fantasy within the concert hall.
However when people were trapped into the illusion, it was suddenly cut; not by someone or something, but because the philharmonic finished. The marvelous time that lasted both a extensively long time and a very short moment had finally ended, and the audience was pushed back to reality.
People clapped and the philharmonic received gladly those claps tired as they were but with pride not showing a sign of it.
Elean bowed in front of the public and said.
“The flow of time is really incredible isn’t it? Hours had passed but for all of us it had felt like a peaceful eternity, even if a limited one. Now, as promised, we also have a new material that we would like to present to you.”
People tensed and for a moment whispers could be heard, however soon they were interrupted by Elean’s words.
“Perhaps you’ll find this a bit controversial, some would even label it as a blasphemy, others nonsense, a few as fantasy, but the clever ones would sit and enjoy it for this is a sole unique moment that will be carved within your memories. I present to all of you, the melody of legend. The Scarlet Nocturne!”
As he pronounced the name, the tension increased accompanied by the whispers which became louder. The song wasn’t listed in the program, but that was not the issue. It was the absurdity of the claim, that it was the song of legend.
It is said that thousands of years ago, when the primitive men composed rudimentary music for the first time they felt grateful, so grateful that they wanted to honor the planet which gave them the capacity to create this marvel. And thus, with all their effort, they created a particular melody of great complexity and offered it as a tribute to their god, the planet.
The legend says that the planet was so grateful that it returned to them the melody imbued with magical properties, a challenge for the men to sculpt their fate. It carried the planet’s expression itself and if it were to be completely played again it would let people to mold the new path that humanity, that the entire world would take to their shape, it would literally make existence their material to create art.
However, due to the risks it meant, the planet also made the men to forgot how to play it, thus for them it was something completely new, and due to its complexity, no one was able to play it.
Eventually people would began to greed for the tablet that contained the melody and thus men begun to kill each other to gain its magnificent powers. Hundreds of years ago, people grew tired of this senseless killing and thus the king of the nation that currently held the tablet decided to split it into pieces and hid them in different corners of the world, a task he would fail to succeed and was completed by his descendants.
As scriptures claim, the song was written in such way that an organized group of at least fifty person would be required to play it, and although, crafted with primitive instruments, the composition was such that it would easily adapt to any modern method to create music.
Eventually the legend slowly fade apart and became a popular tale that mothers told to their kids in the form of a nursery rhyme.
And now, this man claimed that the tale was real and that he was going to perform it right here, right now.
Even if some thought of it as foolishness, their bodies still felt the anxiety and nervousness. Simply because…. What if that nursery rhyme were to be a truth? What if they indeed perform the song of legend?
What is this man…. claiming?... Thought Nadia astonished in her balcony
In front of them an astonishing sight revealed. The Palace shaped like a theater, but not a common one. It was so big that the seats in the gallery descended over and over creating endless rows and the bottom could not be seen, and as if it were to be sustained by simply magic, a large circle of polished wood and marble separated from the thousands seats that surrounded it, stood in the middle of ot suspended in midair by seemingly nothing. The position was such that from any corner, any seat within the gallery, there would be no problem to attend the performance.
On her own, Nadia took a seat in her own private balcony, interrupting several of the rows of seats in the gallery, placed in the best of all positions. A balcony of beautiful wood ornamented by intricate gold patterns and crimson lines. Even with that, the expression of the noble girl was a mix of boredom and anxiety, she didn’t seem to be interested in the event that also promised a commemoration for her dead grandfather, in fact she would rather be anywhere but there.
After half hour, the public waited anxious in their seats for the spectacle to begin. The lights went out as a signal of it and this was soon followed by people’s claps.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, with great pleasure I’ll announce our first spectacle. Here with us I present you a new recently born philharmonic born from young new talented artists and famous members of the Anheldrim’s Symphony group once lead by Lord Jeremiah Eisendin himself, the brilliant artist, the most important man of this century who sadly left us four years ago as time claimed him to perform his beautiful compositions in the afterlife.
They will perform for us revisions of Anheldrim’s Symphony most famous compositions and promised them to entertain us with new material.
With claps give your warm welcome to the Crimson Carnation Philharmonic lead by Elean Valent".
As soon as the voice said this more claps filled the room accompanying the rising red curtains revealing a group of at least fifty people, men and women, dressed in black holding each one a particular instrument, in front of them a man with short black hair that matched the suit, received the claps with a solemn reverence.
“I thank all of you for your greeting, ladies, gentlemen, and overall Lady Nadia Eisendin. I offer to you the memories of our loved Lord Eisendin with our humble performance.”
At the mention of her name, Nadia’s face revealed a slight grimace of disgust that no one ever saw. She looked with the same bored expression at the group as she waved a golden fan against her face.
The man turned to the group and with a signature of his hand holding a black baton, the magic begun.
It was an unique spectacle of lights and sounds, and the eyes of the young Nadia shone as soon as a dragon made of light crossed flying over her. This wasn’t just a marvelous mix of sounds, but also a show of the “Expression” of each artist, manifested in a spectacle of light, bubbles, smokes, and other wonders mixed with a perfect harmony.
At the same time that the violins and trumpets mixed, red smoke flied toward the ceiling to be stopped by a wall of blue water, mixing both colors creating an beautiful purple steam, and this was the pure essence coming from the artists.
Such was a concert inside of Anheldrim, a wonder that it was worth to enjoy.
Half an hour… half an hour they continued playing their wonders, however this was a time that felt eternal… as this was the effect created by the art of the philharmonic of Eisendin…. To simulate the eternity, an eternity that delighted those in front of the spectacle.
Yet also no one noticed the true flow of time. By this point all were entranced for at least three hours. However when regarding to art, time has little to no importance for people. They simply attended not smiling, not moving, simply enjoying.
The music continued and continued, entrancing all the audience with a mix of sounds and expressions that resembled magic. The acts of several performers enhance the fantasy within the concert hall.
However when people were trapped into the illusion, it was suddenly cut; not by someone or something, but because the philharmonic finished. The marvelous time that lasted both a extensively long time and a very short moment had finally ended, and the audience was pushed back to reality.
People clapped and the philharmonic received gladly those claps tired as they were but with pride not showing a sign of it.
Elean bowed in front of the public and said.
“The flow of time is really incredible isn’t it? Hours had passed but for all of us it had felt like a peaceful eternity, even if a limited one. Now, as promised, we also have a new material that we would like to present to you.”
People tensed and for a moment whispers could be heard, however soon they were interrupted by Elean’s words.
“Perhaps you’ll find this a bit controversial, some would even label it as a blasphemy, others nonsense, a few as fantasy, but the clever ones would sit and enjoy it for this is a sole unique moment that will be carved within your memories. I present to all of you, the melody of legend. The Scarlet Nocturne!”
As he pronounced the name, the tension increased accompanied by the whispers which became louder. The song wasn’t listed in the program, but that was not the issue. It was the absurdity of the claim, that it was the song of legend.
It is said that thousands of years ago, when the primitive men composed rudimentary music for the first time they felt grateful, so grateful that they wanted to honor the planet which gave them the capacity to create this marvel. And thus, with all their effort, they created a particular melody of great complexity and offered it as a tribute to their god, the planet.
The legend says that the planet was so grateful that it returned to them the melody imbued with magical properties, a challenge for the men to sculpt their fate. It carried the planet’s expression itself and if it were to be completely played again it would let people to mold the new path that humanity, that the entire world would take to their shape, it would literally make existence their material to create art.
However, due to the risks it meant, the planet also made the men to forgot how to play it, thus for them it was something completely new, and due to its complexity, no one was able to play it.
Eventually people would began to greed for the tablet that contained the melody and thus men begun to kill each other to gain its magnificent powers. Hundreds of years ago, people grew tired of this senseless killing and thus the king of the nation that currently held the tablet decided to split it into pieces and hid them in different corners of the world, a task he would fail to succeed and was completed by his descendants.
As scriptures claim, the song was written in such way that an organized group of at least fifty person would be required to play it, and although, crafted with primitive instruments, the composition was such that it would easily adapt to any modern method to create music.
Eventually the legend slowly fade apart and became a popular tale that mothers told to their kids in the form of a nursery rhyme.
And now, this man claimed that the tale was real and that he was going to perform it right here, right now.
Even if some thought of it as foolishness, their bodies still felt the anxiety and nervousness. Simply because…. What if that nursery rhyme were to be a truth? What if they indeed perform the song of legend?
What is this man…. claiming?... Thought Nadia astonished in her balcony
Got a Psychiatry exam soon. Hence my lack of presence
Hikaru shook hands with the girl as both exchanged names.
It was weird, she felt as if she were shaking hands with a man, in fact this girl looked more like a man than a girl.
But, was it right to think that this girl was more a man than a girl? After all, to classify her as man would be to classify her as a human and she herself labeled both her and David as "Monsters".
That's right, she is just another monster...
"What brought you on this place Rem... Oh, you don't mind if I call you Rem right?" Asked Hikaru with a friendly tone.
It was weird, she felt as if she were shaking hands with a man, in fact this girl looked more like a man than a girl.
But, was it right to think that this girl was more a man than a girl? After all, to classify her as man would be to classify her as a human and she herself labeled both her and David as "Monsters".
That's right, she is just another monster...
"What brought you on this place Rem... Oh, you don't mind if I call you Rem right?" Asked Hikaru with a friendly tone.
"You don't look scared to me, whoever you are, and don't think I didn't notice your little shadow play back there."
"But I was, I tell you!" Replied Hikaru
She had a keen eye if she could notice how the shadow moved on my will thought.
"Well I thought I could put my hand to help... but I was scared that weirdo would notice me, so I tried to kept my distance. Gosh my heart is still beating so hard!" Said while putting her hand on her chest.
After a few seconds Hikaru "relaxed"
"Whheeew... but you did pick that truck and threw it, that was awesome. Oh by the by, I'm Hikaru and you are?"
"But I was, I tell you!" Replied Hikaru
She had a keen eye if she could notice how the shadow moved on my will thought.
"Well I thought I could put my hand to help... but I was scared that weirdo would notice me, so I tried to kept my distance. Gosh my heart is still beating so hard!" Said while putting her hand on her chest.
After a few seconds Hikaru "relaxed"
"Whheeew... but you did pick that truck and threw it, that was awesome. Oh by the by, I'm Hikaru and you are?"
The battle was suddenly interrupted by some kind of magic jamming device.
Hikaru sighed... It was just a coin after all. Disappointing, but it serves right as an intro.
What to do now? David?.... too strange. Mikkish?.... who the hell is he anyway?....
I guess Hulk Hogan's daughter is left. Thought
Hikaru walked toward Remliel and said.
"That was pretty intense! I was completely scared, who would say that guy would had threw a truck, I mean a TRUCK!"
Hikaru sighed... It was just a coin after all. Disappointing, but it serves right as an intro.
What to do now? David?.... too strange. Mikkish?.... who the hell is he anyway?....
I guess Hulk Hogan's daughter is left. Thought
Hikaru walked toward Remliel and said.
"That was pretty intense! I was completely scared, who would say that guy would had threw a truck, I mean a TRUCK!"
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