Bab 158: Descent

Each and every one of her notes was intertwined to form a chilling mix of emotions. They touched the people in the audience, filling them with thoughts that were either buried deep in their minds or giving them memories they didn't even have themselves. 

The plucks of the high tones of the harp, the way it mixed into the complete organized mess of the main sound, the deep tones of the long, last string resonating in the room along with the sound. It was a very deafening, yet intriguing sound. It was setting off sirens in everyone's mind. Putting them on edge, moving them to tears as thoughts of pain and anguish resurface or filling them with thoughts of understanding as they could feel the terror in the sound of the piece, the signals, and sounds of bombs sounding over the music in a very disorganized yet in tune manner.

The feeling was absolutely surreal.