"The only way to communicate with the outside world," she said quietly, "is through notes."
"They will only respond to the sa notes."
"And through repeated responses, through resounding communion, their notes are purified. Thus, they beco more pristine, more perfect, and more...transcendent."
The woman spoke softly.
"Until at last, they beco the true, primordial notes."
"And at that ti, they will cease tuning and awaken from their long slumber."
Hevnia opened her mouth, seemingly shocked, and was at a loss for words for quite a while, until the woman finally said "wake from their long slumber," to which Hevnia let out a sigh of relief, "So they can wake up, I was worried they couldn't, just like those Eternal notes in the front hall."
"Hehe, a tuner is still different from the Eternal notes," the woman said, "They really can wake up, but...the proportion that do is very small. Out of ten tuners, at most only two or three can wake up. The rest are left to sleep eternally in the void."
Hevnia was stunned.
"Why is that so?"
"Because to isolate from everything inherently carries risk," the woman explained gently, "Letting the soul depart from the body is essentially like flying a kite, and what's more, in violent winds with only a thin line for such a big kite. The longer you let it fly, the greater the risk. When the line snaps, there's no coming back."
Hevnia's mouth fell open once more, perfectly depicting the shock of an ignorant young girl.
But this shock was indeed genuine.
"So, those tuners..."
"They volunteered," the woman anticipated what Hevnia wanted to ask and answered with a smile, "No one is forced into such a matter. They have long cast aside thoughts of life and death, desiring only the purest of notes. In fact, most tuners, as they undertake tuning, can feel the thread holding their soul becoming increasingly frail. Yet until the very last mont, they are unwilling to just give up, because the opportunity to tune is only once, and once ended, it really ends."
Hevnia didn't know what to say and fell silent for a while before softly speaking up, "Indeed... it's admirable and truly impressive."
"Hehe, yes," the woman smiled and continued, "That purest of lodies is indeed so desirable. The closer one is to the Lord, the more one can feel this...and soday, you will understand as well. Just as every Golden Note approaches the end of its life, longing to beco an Eternal note, for the Lord and for this world it wishes to leave its final sound, just like you and ."
Hevnia caught the important detail in the woman's words.
Just like her?
Does that an she is also a Golden Note?
Hevnia inquired, "Are you also like , a Golden Seventh Sound?"
"No, no, no," the woman chuckled and shook her head, "I am indeed a Golden Note, but not the Seventh Note. The only Golden Seventh Sound, for now, is you alone. The reason I can access this floor is because..."
She produced a key.
"I am the dormitory manager, so I can move freely between floors... it seems I haven't introduced myself, my na is Anita, and I live right below you. If you have any questions, you're welco to co to ."
"Okay, I will, Teacher Anita!" Hevnia bowed earnestly and nervously.
"Hehe, no need to be so formal; I'm not that much older than you," Anita shrugged, "Well, I should get going. I hope you have an unforgettable celebration, Miss Hevnia."
With that, Anita lightly traced with the key in midair, creating a staircase leading downward from nothing, which she then descended.
Hevnia watched Anita's retreating figure, initially not thinking much, but once the staircase vanished and she was about to return to her room, she suddenly realized sothing.
Anita, living below her.
Did that an...
Hevnia's pupils narrowed slightly.
The Golden... Six Notes.
Found just like that?
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