"It's a very nice place," Agnes looked at everything in front of her, "a very nice place."
She smiled and looked at Nightingale. The candles in the palace were shining brightly, and countless mirrors reflected the light of the candles. As the light and shadow swayed, the faint colors seemed to be flowing down Agnes's bone-white skin. move.
The shadows in those mirrors are illusory and hazy, and there are layers of pictures intertwined together. There are not only the magnificent scenes of this palace, but also various scenes that are even weirder than this palace, which makes these mirrors There are all kinds of rich and gorgeous colors in it.
"It's much brighter here than I thought before." She watched the little nightingale in her hand disappear, and then Agnes saw a place not far in front of her, at least it felt very close to her. In this place, the almost illusory and transparent ripples formed a human-like appearance. Those ripples continued to spread outwards, and then quietly disappeared when they came into contact with the mirrors in the palace. It looked like they had entered the mirror.
"Is that why 'musical angels sing in the head'?" Agnes said with a laugh.
Those illusory ripples spreading out from the figure seemed to pause during Agnes's words, and Agnes couldn't help but think of Nightingale's appearance several times before.
If she looked like a human now, her ears would be red with embarrassment. Agnes couldn't help but have this thought.
"Those mirrors represent...the portal to the soul?" Agnes asked this question in an almost affirmative tone.
"Yes." The illusory figure nodded.
Agnes had a hard time describing what she heard in those few words. She felt as if she was hearing the euphemistic and lingering solo of the violin, and the solemn and beautiful harmony of the organ; it was as if there was a crisp and clean music box, and it seemed to have the gorgeous soprano of a soprano.
Agnes opened her eyes almost in amazement and looked at Nightingale's illusory figure.
"I like your voice," Agnes said. She paused, couldn't help but nodded, and looked at Nightingale with an expectant look.
Agnes clearly saw that the ripples spreading throughout the palace paused for a while.
Agnes couldn't help but laugh.
Ah, she's shy again.
"Madam..." Agnes heard Nightingale call in an almost helpless tone.
Agnes suppressed her laughter and changed the subject.
"It seems that there are countless mirrors in your palace?" Agnes asked, her gaze resting on a mirror, "Those who are the most enthusiastic?"
Agnes nodded slightly when she saw the illusory figure.
"And it's still increasing and decreasing?" Agnes asked in a low voice as she watched the mirror disappear somewhere, and a new one quietly appeared in another place.
"It's up to them," Nightingale said, "if they love it enough and are talented enough."
"Is that so," Agnes whispered, "this is where you found Mr. Streis before?"
"The side that belongs to him has existed here for a long time." Nightingale's voice was a little deeper, sounding like a cello.
Agnes didn't ask any more questions, but just looked at the mirrors curiously.
"Sarah will never be entranced again," Nightingale suddenly said. "When the door of vision opens, every moment of memory she cherishes will allow her to identify everything she sees..."
Agnes sighed, raised her hand, and finally put it down.
"Memories are a treasure," Agnes finally said.
Nightingale paused in her words and then said: "They are still here."
Agnes felt that Nightingale seemed to be looking at her with a bright look.
"I think you will be interested in them." Nightingale said, sounding a little excited.
Agnes saw that the ripples in the spreading palace began to become chaotic, even looking a little elusive. The mirrors that filled the entire palace seemed to move, and the dazzling light continued to refract in the palace. For a moment, Agnes felt that they were like lightning.
Eventually the movement of the mirrors stopped, and two mirrors appeared in front of Agnes.
who are they? Agnes subconsciously looked at the scenes in the two mirrors.
In a mirror, she saw the white snow covering the tops of the red mountains, the rivers meandering through the grasslands, and the wind-swept tufts of grass on some barren highlands.
In the other mirror, she saw well-dressed and elegant people singing and dancing, fireworks of various colors blooming in the sky, half-clothed people huddled in the darkness, and cold guards standing at the intersection of light and darkness.
"You can hear the songs in their hearts from here." Nightingale's voice echoed from almost the entire palace.
Agnes hesitantly stretched out her hand and touched the first mirror, and she heard a majestic symphony.
"This is Mr. Conti's," Agnes said with certainty, "This is the same series as the original one."
Agnes suddenly thought of the symphony she heard at the Musicians Association the day she just left the underground, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.
"Mr. Conti has always been like this," she let go of her hand on the mirror. "He often stays in his memories of the Southern Continent."
"Then this should be Marcono," Agnes expressed her conjecture with some hesitation, "It can only be him."
Agnes stretched out her hand and touched the second mirror. Many contradictory and dramatic music suddenly resounded in Agnes' mind. Most of them were just fragments, various, but they could only Saw a prototype.
Agnes let go of her hand and pressed her temple helplessly.
"There's a bit of Mr. Conte's style," Agnes commented in a low voice, "but it's obvious that he has more of his own ideas."
Agnes paused for a moment before saying: "He is really talented."
In the scene she looked at in the mirror, among the luxuriously dressed people, there was a pale and thin girl, standing quietly in the corner, calmly looking at the singing and dancing people.
"It seems that he wants to include me in his music." Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Then she saw the girl suddenly holding on to the wall next to her with one hand, almost fainting and falling to the ground. The crowd next to her was in panic.
Agnes couldn't help but take a deep breath and twitch the corners of her mouth.
"What impression does he have of me?"
