The music began.
First came the heavy sound of the violin, as weighty as the collapse of a temple, with the crushing feeling of watching giant boulders tumble down from the mountaintop, sweeping across the entire venue in an instant. It created a sensation akin to struggling amidst ocean waves, being swallowed by crashing waves, sinking into the sea, an overwhelming feeling that made people instinctively clutch their hearts.
Then came the violin, much like grasping a life-saving straw at the moment of drowning, pulling the soul that had sunk into the depths back to the surface, allowing one to catch a breath. It was as if they had escaped the brink of death, ready to embrace the beauty of life.
But that moment was fleeting, and next was the chanting.
