The Harp Strings
The moment my fingers touched the harp strings, an unprecedented surge of energy coursed through my entire body. It was the power of the words of creation, inherited from Wilm's tears, and the very energy of the universe itself. My fingers traced the notes written on the sheet music. At first, my playing was clumsy. Yet gradually, my fingers began to move naturally, as if becoming one with the notes on the sheet music. It felt as though my body was being moved by the will of the universe itself. The complex melody initially sounded like a mere sequence of sounds. But as the performance progressed, that melody transformed into a grand cosmic symphony. The profound, mystical resonance spread quietly through the space, enveloping the crumbling mountain range and calming the raging forces of nature. The Guildmaster watched my performance silently. His face bore a mixture of astonishment and awe. As the performance reached its climax, the air began to warp. The sky, which had been stained crimson and black, gradually regained its true color. And the moment the performance ended, the world was enveloped in silence. The collapse of the mountain range ceased, the rumbling subsided. The surroundings were quietly, yet surely, beginning to repair themselves. “...Mitam...” The Guildmaster's voice trembled faintly. “...That... that performance...” His words overflowed with astonishment and emotion. I gently set down the harp. My body still brims with cosmic energy. I know it is controllable energy, a force of creation. Yet, even I have not yet fully grasped the full extent of this power. What will happen next? That, I still do not know. But I feel that my journey to understand this world, this universe, has only just begun.
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