Durin's Diary

Chapter 94 Your first step, stepping out of someone else's life

As she turned off the lights, Mrs. Sanchez stood aside and looked at the curtain. The huge screen was black at first, then it lit up and showed an eagle owl. It cooed and the screen went black again.

Two seconds later, white words appeared on the black screen.

How lofty must one's faith be, how profound must one's steps be, and how cruel must one's fate be to make people willing to sacrifice for their ideals.

The entire text is written in grassland elf language with cursive font.

Most of the teachers and mentors understood the language of the steppe elves, so they remained silent until the screen went black and then lit up again.

Someone noticed the small words on the lower left side of the screen.

Eastern Elf Territory, Lublin Town.

Late winter and early spring.

Wailing Cemetery.

Three lines of words appear from top to bottom and from left to right.

In Lublin in late winter and early spring, the rain still carries a bone-chilling chill. The camera follows a prairie elf in black wide-sleeved clothes. He exhales white mist with his breath and stands in the cemetery with an umbrella. The prairie elves around him are all depressed.

A child was sobbing, and an elder holding his hand was comforting the child.

A woman was crying, and her lover was taking good care of her.

There were also young children with puzzled expressions on their faces. They couldn't understand what was happening and could only remain mired in silence.

Mrs. Sanchez glanced at her close friend Salin, who sighed. They were different from the young people, who whispered about the high authenticity of the pictures and the vivid expressions of each character.

Mrs. Sanchez and Salin had both recognized the words on the tombstone.

Fabien Ayer.

There is also small text on the lower left side of the screen.

My close friend, the man who kept his promise and died for his beliefs, may the original Creator forgive your sins and pardon your punishment.

After the priest finished the ceremony, the grassland elves in the picture followed the team, and some of them covered their faces and cried while throwing flowers into the grave.

And when the character in the picture dropped the bouquet and drooped down, and when the camera moved up with the character standing up, all the young mentors exclaimed "wow".

At this moment, the dark clouds disappeared, the sobbing disappeared, and there were only seven young people of different appearances and races. They stood together facing the screen, some stood in the back row, some squatted in the front, and there were grassland elves and halflings standing together. Their faces were full of smiles, as if they had an inseparable expectation for tomorrow.

The camera changed again as the protagonist turned around. The rain and snow came back, and the fallen leaves and mud also came back. The bleak lead-gray filter made the young teachers feel a little breathless.

The instructors were discussing in low voices how much arcane power would be needed to achieve such a scene.

Yes, this is not something that can be done by 500 units. Such a scene has never been heard of before today.

The camera follows its little owner to the edge of the cemetery and looks at the girl standing next to the carriage in the distance.

He came to her side and held the umbrella for her.

Once again, the camera turns with him.

The tombstones stood in the rain, the scene silent, the rain incessant, the leaden clouds oppressing everything in the picture. But a ray of sunlight still penetrated the dark clouds and hit the tombstones.

Following the question in the old voice, at this moment, the silent world began to become audible, the low sobs of the people around him, the impact of rain on the umbrella, the chirping of insects, and an eagle owl flapping its wings and landing on the boy's outstretched arm.

All living things in the rain seemed to come alive the moment the sound appeared.

The screen gradually went black.

An old monologue sounded.

My friend, is your belief really worth your sacrifice?

The short film of less than three minutes is over.

Mrs. Sallin walked to the window and prepared to draw the curtains.

"Madam, don't draw the curtains, let's watch it again! Oh my God, how did the male voice and those sounds at the end come about? I never thought that a camera could record sounds!" A young instructor cried out.

"One time is not enough, at least three times. The picture is amazing. I have never seen such a real picture on the screen. No, it should be said that it is more perfect than reality. It is really amazing. The voice of the old man at the end is so real. How did this kid Du Lin do those voices!" Another instructor exclaimed.

"Is Mr. Du Lin showing off his talent? Have you seen the feathers of that eagle owl? Each feather is unique! My God, my friend has been making movies for fifteen years and using a camera for three years, but he still can't separate the feathers into smaller pieces!" A young teacher shouted excitedly.

"Then tell me what you think." Mrs. Salin seemed to be bargaining, but she had already put down her hand with a smile.

"It was so real. I saw raindrops splashing in puddles. I have never seen such a realistic scene in a cinematographic movie before." Someone said.

"When the perspective changes, you can see the fields in the distance, so detailed that it feels like you are there." Someone exclaimed.

"Every character's expression is customized. I can see the subtle differences in sadness. The children's crying and twitching are fully described. Fernando, you said that Crystal has not been rewritten on a large scale. Do you think a novice can do all this?" Someone wondered.

In response, Fernando smiled and said, "This kid once said that movies didn't exist in this world just for girls' thighs. I think he can do what he wants to do. Mrs. Salin, what do you think?"

Movie fans who like to draw apples are very happy because there are young people who are ready to change everything in the movie, and it seems that they can really do it.

"Mrs. Sanchez, what do you say?" Mrs. Salin looked over.

"I give him nine points and deduct one point because I'm afraid the child will be too proud. But I will tell everyone that Du Lin didn't get full marks because this is a routine operation of the academy. No matter how perfect the art is, it is impossible for everyone to appreciate it, and the academy will not easily give a full score." In response to her old friend's question, Mrs. Sanchez looked at the child behind the curtain, who was bowing his head to present flowers.

Watching the young teachers and mentors lively discussing the short film of less than three minutes, she was very happy, because Du Lin was her disciple, the youngest student in the history of the Art Academy... and perhaps the best master of art throughout history.

Only true masters are the masters of art, while mediocre people are merely slaves of art. Their mediocre lives are merely a microcosm of the poor people who have been tortured by art.

Perhaps one day, this child will turn art into his slave, and he will enslave art until he stands at the top and looks at all the living beings on earth.

This is the destination that every artist dreams of.

Helping truly capable children ignite their talents and enable them to reach the top is the cause that every teacher and mentor in this academy strives for.

And today, she witnessed with her own eyes the flowers grown from the seeds blooming before her.

Du Lin, good boy, your first step has taken you a step that others have never been able to take in their entire lives.

(End of this chapter)