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. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. [i]“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” [/i] 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.