musicians of old

Chapter 853 Gathering Point?

Fanning certainly understood.

The so-called mysterious text message.

The so-called "to recreate the music you remember for the world's audience".

It is something that must be done, whether it is the perilous situation at the beginning of the "journey" or the still urgent situation afterward where there is a need to quickly improve one's status and strength.

Fanning's artistic personality has coexisted with the 'old day,' a point somewhat similar to Scriabin's 'character' which comes from the original 0th history.

However, in a sense, Fanning's symbiosis was not complete. If it had been complete, Mr. F might not have been able to compete with Fanning for dominance in the "old days".

The decision to not go all the way was a choice Fan Ning gradually made after a series of speculations, just like her father who was involved, dancing carefully on the edge of a knife.

Cooperation, deception, and testing.

“You’ve actually had your suspicions all along, haha, I know, people with ideas are like that.” Mr. F spoke fluent but strangely accented Chinese.

"You see, on the one hand, you made the most of 'reproducing music' to enhance your spirituality, but on the other hand, you gave up the opportunity to use it as a substitute key to quickly pass through the door and ascend. Well, it can be considered a trade-off! The aggregate of the 0th 'G' possesses unknowable power, and heretics represented by Sebastian invite you to work with them. Ha, their motives are impure."

“I will make arrangements frankly, based on the choices you have made before—control of the ‘old’ will belong to the pioneers, and you, as a symbiotic, will be a part of the grand blueprint.”

And so comes another foolish possibility. Fanning seems to just laugh indifferently, and treats his last piece of music with a kind of "passive focus".

Perhaps no one could have predicted that the “Tone Disintegration Project” initiated by the church and schools of thought, as well as the “New Moon” group of modern genres created by the Special Patrol at the 40th Harvest Arts Festival, would actually constitute a key link in the prophecy of “Sunset and Moonrise”.

Ironically, in an era and trend where Romanticism was already in its late stages, this pattern of "the emergence and rise of modern schools" is an unsolvable, overt conspiracy, much like the course of history.

Don't be fooled by the polite words of this dangerous individual.

Fortunately, among the works reproduced by Fanning, Scheler, and Lavoisier, modern works only constitute a portion, and besides reproductions, Fanning's own series of symphonies are the cornerstone of his artistic personality. Otherwise, Fanning's "style" might have also floated up, becoming nourishment for the "noon moon"!

However, the other party's previous comments were positive.

What Fan Ning wrote in the final chapter of the score were indeed these two hammer blows.

This second blow in section 479 leads this massive final chapter to the fifth development section, which is also the last part of the development section.

This is a piece of music that suggests a continuous loss of motivation.

With the gestures and movements, the torrent of progress seems to still be moving towards the predetermined victorious nation, but certain qualities that serve as the "driving force" have been lost.

Like a high-speed vehicle that has released the accelerator, like a suicide victim who has just taken a slow-acting poison, like a towering tree whose roots have been destroyed.

Reproduction section.

A dark march, a motif cut three times, a "utopian" melody carrying all ideals.

Fanning calmly guided them to repeat themselves, being weak where they should be weak and strong where they should be strong. A shell of "formalism" was growing and spreading, firmly binding this space.

In sonata form, the original function of the recapitulation is to achieve tonality and sublime material, but here they appear simply because we have reached the recapitulation section, nothing more.

This includes the recurring "illusionary segment".

The ethereal and soothing sound of cowbells, the string background as gentle as a ribbon, and the long fourth note beckoning a glance back. But there is no enchanting dream about the swing.

A paragraph is just a paragraph; musical material needs to be reproduced.

In the epilogue, amidst the persistent bass notes as dark as night, the rhythm is lengthened and flattened, becoming the final heartbeat curve of a dying person.

"Perhaps there is no such thing as a heaven in this world. May the freedom in your destiny overcome inevitability, and may you truly see the brilliance of this world." Fan Ning closed his eyes as he slowly waved his wrist to the beat, as if Fan Chenxun, or Vincent, were saying their final words in a phone call.

In the darkness before him, he saw transparent, luminous lines flowing, wandering, and growing, countless and intricate, some lush, some withered, intertwined and tangled like braids.

He felt that time and space were approaching each other. Before and after this, there was no such perspective in the world. Only "noon" was the moment when they completely converged and overlapped.

Standing at the crossroads of paths, one can find either utter desolation or vibrant energy; the complex logic behind the intersecting roads is far beyond the comprehension of ordinary beings.

But as predicted, the main branches of possibility were all foolish and perverse, just like the world's filthy nature, inside and out.

To relive the rituals championed by the "exorcists" and become the next cursed; to become the Holy Spirit's spokesperson for the so-called "fundamentalists," making decisions on behalf of the yearning masses in the world, and once again resetting the world in a meaningless way—oh, and you might not even be elected; or more likely, to accept the serpent and the apostles' grand, heterodox vision of "sunset and moonrise."
One, or several.

In comparison, the other approach, the elitist route and absolute control plan of the Special Patrol Office, seems to be a reluctant "still being considered in this world" approach.
“Greatness needs no further explanation.” Mr. F lit a slender cigarette, admiring and awaiting the final moment of the work, while adjusting his top hat and looking up at the sky. “And this gentleman above, let’s consider that a victory as well.”

“Count the number of people, check against the regulations, and settle accounts afterwards.” Pogrerich’s voice, composed of almost pure truth, drifted down indifferently. “I have seen what happened below, or the history in various branch timelines.”

A sharp, cyan light curtain instantly enveloped the outer perimeter of the tower.

Those shrouded in it wanted to see or understand its texture, but were shocked to find that it seemed to contain concrete fields such as the "Special Patrol Office Control Regulations" or the "Discussion Group Procedures"!

"Yes, leader." The subordinates, whose nerves had been on edge for some time, were suddenly invigorated.

"Leader, what about those things in the sky, and that moon?" Some people cautiously asked for instructions and reminders.

"When you encounter a problem, solve it; when there is some kind of rebellion, suppress it." Another divine oracle about the truth of "Ember" descended from the heavens.

Power and danger intertwine, condensing into layers of blades in the air.

There is always a detail in the world that possesses infinite power, which can capture the thoughts or imaginations of the controlled person. Whether it is a pot of charcoal fire, a crack, a new can opener, or just the collar of their own neck, it can be displayed in a ferocious form in their imagination, becoming the purpose for which they live or die.

With the sound of footsteps, Julian Coselli's arms were lifted up on either side.

Mr. F's arms were also supported by one arm on each side.

This included a few priests from the Lingyin Discipline Society, priests from the Church of the Holy Sun, and members of the Bologna School who had accompanied them to the tower. Other suspicious individuals, including those in the tower beyond the tower and in the afterimage beyond the afterimage, were also ordered to put their heads down and line up.

Those who set them up were merely investigators, or at most, those with profound knowledge.

But even lawmakers like Koseli don't seem to have shown any resistance.

“It can be considered a victory.” Mr. F, who was being supported, smiled. His top hat and suit were a little disheveled. He slowly exhaled the last wisp of white smoke from his cigarette. “After all, as a self-created key user walking on the ‘path of pioneers,’ if I really want to attend the residence, at least I won’t end up as foolish as the other source gods. If Master Fanning is interested in the future, he can go up and take a look.”

"The 'Door Gate' was originally not supposed to be opened, but it has been opened again today. If we pass through it smoothly, we may be able to call Lord Pogrerich 'the Director' from now on; if we are under a fully-fledged control system, His teachings will surely be heard by 'the Serpent' and 'the Moon' as well."

"But the reason why the victory was only a 'minor victory' is that the thinking was wrong and the 'path' was off."

Mr. F smiled.

A cold and stern gaze immediately shot down from the sky, colliding with the area under Mr. F's hat brim, but the latter's smile gradually became more unfathomable.

"Ok?"

Fanning, who controls this short section at the end, also subtly becomes serious. Of course, the music itself is somber and serious, almost suffocating.

"The 'Heaven' that began to spread from the 'X coordinate' is regarded by our 'Director' as a great enemy of the order he advocates, so He wants to go up and take a look."

"Whether it is some hidden witness or a 'worm,' after the troubles at the source of 'Heaven' are resolved with a knife, the remaining 'heretics' or 'conspiracies' are nothing more than spending some more time cleaning up the poison—the 'chairman' after opening the dome with the 'resistance ritual' is almost invincible, and there is no being in the world that can directly withstand His 'power to break the deadlock'."

"But if I were to tell you that the body above this 'X-coordinate' is actually a 'convergence point,' what would you do then?"