musicians of old

Chapter 892 The Pioneer's Path
The secret to an endless cycle!!
Since this "unified" theory is used in the fields of music and even art.
Since "love never ends".
Fanning's naming of it was finalized at this moment!
The moment this phrase was uttered, there was no earth-shattering "spiritual explosion" or anything like that, nor did it produce the dazzling flow of light and shadow that had accompanied previous knowledge.
On the contrary, a mysterious atmosphere, like the polar night, that possesses both the qualities of "stillness" and "prolongation" descended.

The almost materialized, pale green halo, like a mirror cast into nothingness, began to silently and rapidly disintegrate and peel away from its edges. The billions of writhing black shadows clinging to the windows and crowding the corridors, the stiffly seated "audience" and the monotonous "gentlemen" below the stage—their faces, with their fanatical thirst, morbid piety, and anxious fear, all lost all boundaries and characteristics, returning to a pure, nameless background color.
"The secret of endless rest".

By naming it this way, Fanning not only refers to the unified theory of music, but also truly defines the unique characteristics and expression of his "self-created key system"!

Just like the only three creators of the Key in the original history: San Sebastian's "Secret of Illumination", Pogrerich's "Power of Disruption", and Scriabin's "Secret of the End".
Fanning's pioneering path, which he proclaimed to the world, "the pioneering path of art before mystery," is the "unending mystery"!
The fourth road, the fourth name.

This qualification to define only exists after reaching the level of an Order Executor.

Only by reaching this level can one begin to form divine knowledge and have the possibility of further refining it into pure "Pure Noma".

"The Endless Mystery" attempts to explain all the chaotic phenomena in the world with a chaotic and fanatical theory, including art, especially music in the post-tonal era, in order to create an irreconcilable paradox between the two periods. However, "The Unending Mystery" wins in this field, directly leaping to the "source of sources" and "theory of theories", unifying everything under a higher perspective!
After the various living "things" dissolved in the classroom, it was the turn of other objects.

The colored paint on the ground dried and cracked, turning into clumps of gray dust, which were scattered by a non-existent wind; the spatial structure of the entire classroom also began to recover, the stretched walls, the folded backstage, and the irregular protrusions all slowly shrinking back like soft mud that had lost its support.
Even the cloying, rotten fragrance in the air was replaced by an almost "empty" smell.

Actually, this is not the aura of the "Unending Secret" itself. It originally did not have any attributes such as smell. It simply negated all the previous abnormal sensations, allowing those chaotic definitions to be directly "restored to blankness".

The spacious interior of the "lecture hall" begins to narrow in depth.

The simply furnished white-walled cottage is divided into several areas by wooden curtains and furnished with tables, chairs, a piano, a fireplace, a hammock, and other items. Outside the window, the sun shines brightly and a stream flows gently.

It's still the same "sanctuary".

The girl in the purple dress in the wheelchair had slightly messy hair. She sat up straight in the wheelchair and glanced at the "boundary" a little further away outside the window.

In that "layer" further out than the blue sky and white clouds, many vibrant colored noises lost their last bit of contrast just a moment ago, and then the faint peach-pink background was able to reappear.

She was familiar with this kind of scene; it meant that another dangerous day had just passed.

Another day has passed?
wrong.

Every time, before daylight arrives, they should have dropped the "shelter" inside to hide, but Joan's consciousness had only just returned as the "shelter" was deployed.

Could it be that Fanning, for some reason, failed to hide during her nighttime journey and was instead exposed to daylight? Until now?
Joan rubbed her sleepy eyes and said hesitantly, "Caroln, I feel like I had a lot of bad dreams just now."

"What kind of bad dream?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, I can't remember the specific details, but a lot of invalid and chaotic information poured in during my sleep, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted. Those fragments of emotions or smells also made me feel very uncomfortable when I recalled them. What happened?"

Joan's follow-up questions went unanswered. The composer's cabin was quiet, everything as romantic and serene as any summer day. Only Fanning remained motionless by the window.

His pale face, sweat-soaked clothes, and slightly trembling knuckles testified to the extremely dangerous struggle that had just taken place!

It was too hasty and too early; the time for accumulation and preparation had not yet come.

For Fan Ning, hastily summarizing the achievements of his predecessors, forcibly expounding the first cause at the bottom and finally naming it "The Unending Secret" was a huge and terrifying adventure. It was not only a depletion of inspiration, but also a dangerous overdraft after a high degree of spiritual concentration and excessive emotional outburst.

“Carolne?” Seeing Fanning standing there without saying a word, Joan prepared to wheel herself over, but a few seconds later she exclaimed in surprise, “Wait, what’s that?”

Fan Ning turned her head and noticed that there was a letter on top of the white piano cover.

It seems like it's been sitting there for a while, but I've been too engrossed in it, and Joan only just noticed it.

Fan Ning frowned and walked over.

Ordinary materials, ordinary handwriting, just like a common product in reality.

Apart from some slightly darker gray-white areas in the paper's base color, it forms a swirling, snake-like shape.

"Master Fanning, I once thought you were only good at creating miracles, but you are actually the embodiment of miracles, the teacher of the stars, the revealer of the First Cause, and the companion of the End Times. I, and all the congregations of the Mithraic core, pay homage to you."

The writer crafted these comments in a pleading tone, expressing his feelings.

A significant portion of the statements, despite deviating from the essence, still coexisted with the other parts in a very harmonious and autonomous manner, which made Fan Ning frown.

"I sent a messenger to meet with you in advance, originally intending to address the 'old days,' so I must first inform you of this main topic and thank you—our analysis of 'echoes' and 'connections' is complete, and His temporary 'phantom' is ready, hehe."
As for the "secret to endless fun," another unexpected surprise is that it's clear you're not content with being just a "game organizer"—and indeed you shouldn't be limited to that—but rather it's time to become a "player" or a "collaborator."

I will try to emphasize this point to that "Director".

Finally, it must be reminded that a generation stuck in "noon" should not have night, and indeed it should.

Please climb the tower as soon as possible.

—F. Alexander Nikolaevich Scriabin