musicians of old

Chapter 896 Night Wanderings (Part Two): Stars in the Modern Wasteland
Can't go wrong.

In the previous Honkai world outside, the feeling of being "watched" or "oriented" was very vague.

But just now, for a moment, it seemed to become very "concrete".

Fan Ning steadied himself, trying to capture the feeling even more. He maintained the repetition and variation of the "aphoristic motif" while introducing the introductory material of "looking up to the sky and asking the theme" in turn between each voice.

The harmonic composition becomes suspended and tense, with dynamic, alternating motifs taking the lead, giving the music a resilient spirit of exploration.

And a resolute determination to find order in chaos.

I've experienced it.

Fan Ning experienced more clearly the feeling of being directed at by countless "gazes".

In fact, most of the time, he seemed a bit "confused". Yes, confused.

From the infinitely high and infinitely deep void below, countless bewildered "gazes" converge, devoid of emotion or will, merely a pure, instinctive "direction" arising from the unexpected appearance of the "unending secret" in this world.

Because Fanning is the only spark that suddenly began to burn in this eternal night.

Fanning knew who they were.

I know who they are.

They are those who should be sacred, beautiful, and awe-inspiring.

Fan Ning sighed softly to himself.

They once yearned for the "glory" like moths, and some even rose higher, enlightening or comforting more people. But now, the vast majority have been completely obliterated, even their forms and names have been lost.

Their endlessly drifting fragments of consciousness, separated by endless illusion, silently gaze at Fan Ning's glimmer of light that shouldn't exist.

Their existence was too weak. Fortunately, the "Secret of the Endless" itself had no "weight". However, Fan Ning suspected that if he made a bigger commotion and transmitted unusual disturbances over there, they would be "stirred up" and become indistinguishable from the surrounding void background.

No way to start.

Fortunately, there are still a very small number of those who are quite different.

At this relatively shallow depth, Fanning found it relatively easily.

"Ding dong~"

Music precedes the scenery.

Where the jade-colored halo flowed, ripples appeared in the ethereal fabric, and the three distinct "structures" were more clearly outlined by the melodic arcs of light—

A vein of light, with internal layers and containing gravity, stubbornly maintains the eternal cycle of beginning, passing, and returning.

I recently paid tribute to Heinrich Schenk, the founder of Schenk Analysis.

Fan Ning raised his hand in that direction, and the sound of a solo cello joined the "Night Walk".

The mute makes its timbre hazy, the melody rises and falls slowly, the 1-5-1 bass line steadily supports the heartbeat of the "midground", while the occasional major sixth leaps in the "foreground" melody line are like sighs of calling. All the intense emotions are enveloped and soothed by this sound, and finally settle into a respectful gaze.

Schenk's simple "starlight" trembled slightly in this resonance, rose steadily, and merged into the "night watchman's lamp".

The next difference is a transparent web composed of countless dim yet shimmering nodes.

Aaron Ford, the proposer of the theory of pitch sets.

The movement transitions into a precise and calm section composed of dotted musical patterns, where the voices are measured, compared, and recombined according to their inherent similarities.

Fanning told him that those seemingly cold collections of sound levels were actually an extremely important part of the "Unending Secret," and even more so, a compass in the abyss of nothingness.

Alan Ford's "starlight" is integrated into the lamp, adding a touch of rational coldness to the light.

Not far away, there is a geometric crystal cluster that is constantly disassembling and reassembling itself, which is the founder of the "Generalized Intervals and Transitions Theory" by David Levin.

Fanning showed him this equally important part of the "Secret of the Endless," where the melody's light, the harmonic color, and even the rhythmic movement constantly transform and leap through shifts, reflections, and retrogrades, forming an incredibly complex and logically rich "web of relationships." The strange crystal clusters referring to David Levin were also "captured" within it.

The "stars" of these three giants of modern theory have now returned to their rightful place.

As if some mystical trigger had been triggered, from this point onward, in the next moment, amidst the surrounding gray and white, thousands upon thousands of tiny specks of light, representing the followers of later theories, awoke from their silence like stardust captured by gravity, transforming into subtle, shimmering streams of light that flowed into the "Night Watchman's Lamp."

Fanning has played the law, understood the source, and the stars that follow the source will return.

“The shallow layer of the virtual world, the modern void, even in the not-so-ancient generation of art, still shines with stars, how magnificent.”

Fan Ning smiled quietly.

He saw more as he fell.

A silent starlight with a deep, bone-revealing "wound," yet its composition can still be felt, the high-pitched shrieking of strings and the dull impact of the low-pitched notes. The wound is filled with the friction of dissonant sound blocks, and immense grief is directly engraved on it.

Krzysztof Penderecki, an avant-garde Polish composer.

A drop of faith, a "dewdrop" that retains its complete shape in nothingness, its hymn-like luster lingers in the surrounding empty twilight, its internal rhythmic sequence interwoven with piety and doubt.

Sofia Gubaidulina, an avant-garde Russian composer.

A miniature theological star map, with complex alignments and mysterious halos interwoven within, reveals hidden divine geometric knowledge, making the miracle of creation shine brightly.

Olivier Messiaen, a giant of modern French religious music, organist, and ornithologist.

"Now, all things are asleep, and the dim, dead star closes its eyes in the twilight."

"The void spreads its mysterious cloak across the sky, and the new moon wipes the rusted silver bow. Come, starlight washed away by the years."

Fanning led them to his side one after another.

The price paid was incalculable.

And there's more, much more.

A seemingly still "sound creature" with infinite internal movement, with amorphous melodies or harmonies, and a stream of sound that glides continuously through subdivided polyphony.

György Riegeti, a pioneering Hungarian composer.

Fanning maintains the basic harmonic pulse of "Night Walk," yet internally allows countless subtle voices to flow in extremely complex rhythmic displacements, revealing a sonic mist that is both suspended and full of inner vitality.
A starlight-like "prism" sometimes bursts forth with the violent rhythm of primitivism, sometimes reflects the cold luster of neoclassicism, and sometimes falls into the rigorous sequence of twelve notes.

Stravinsky, the leader of modern Russian music and the composer of "The Rite of Spring".

Fanning, through "The Secret of Endless Music," integrates these diverse forms, proving that music can freely switch between creative violence and absolute control, and that order itself can also have countless faces.
A spinning top with a smooth, metallic surface covered in colorful spikes loses its melody silently in the void, yet one can feel its dynamic irony and innocent whimsy as it leaps nimbly between the Soviet steel torrent and the fairytale glass castle.

Another representative figure of modern Russian music is Sergei Prokofiev.

Fanning can fully understand, and even recreate, that personality that hasn't been worn down by time, and fully comprehend the complex flavor that blends steel and candy.
It sank down with the waterfall and mud all the way.

Modern stars spun around, merging into the aura of black jade surrounding Fanning.

The interlude in "Night Journey" temporarily pauses the mood, bringing a sense of exploration and satisfaction.

Just then, a very discordant, sticky, scraping sound seemed to ring in my ears.

Like a rusty iron nail, it tries to pierce the inner hearing.

"what?"

Fan Ning suddenly looked around.

As far as the eye could see, on the pale "sky" or "background," several strange, white, smooth "textures" with colorful streaks had somehow appeared.

There's even a section with "texture" that opens and closes, seemingly wriggling slowly!