Ling Ling Deep Ling -

Elias looked at his worn violin. "I can't. My hands... they burn."

Driven by a sudden, desperate surge of manic energy, Elias lifted his violin. He didn't think. He didn't read notes. He simply let himself fall completely into the Deep Ling. Ling Ling Deep Ling

Elias opened his eyes. The walls of his practice room had dissolved. He was standing on a floating platform of pure, polished resin. Surrounding him was an endless, bottomless void of swirling sheet music. Tonalities and polyrhythms drifted past him like cosmic dust. Elias looked at his worn violin

Suddenly, with a violent snap of a broken string, the void collapsed. desperate surge of manic energy