I wonder if Ling Qi will become unable to recognize people except as their communications to eachother- ie, the silent don't exist.
Hmm. But doesnt Ling Qi sing without sound? And are not face expresions and someone's looks used in comunication? Would then anything at all be silent for her?
No Power is also relevant in House of Ling, just as much as Isolation. Its mainly the power differential that keeps a distance between LQ and her mother/ her moms friends.Power's more about the dominance related to Sovereignty, which is only applicable at the Indigo/Violet. The disconnect between realms is far more present
No Power is also relevant in House of Ling, just as much as Isolation. Its mainly the power differential that keeps a distance between LQ and her mother/ her moms friends.
Not really she is focused on communication to bridge the isolated.the chance of she missing isolated people is low. I am more worried she would lose sight people already connected to each other who is rejecting the isolated person. I can see the scene we saw last turn of Qi needing to remind herself of MOI not being a faceless villains who oppose her but people with their own valid concerns being repeated with worse results. If she becomes blind in higher realms it wouldn't be to the isolated individual but the collective that isolated the individual and their reasonings/justification for isolating.That is a danger of a way based around communication, I think- the people who are isolated and silent, like she was, won't be a part of
Those who are alone.
That is a danger of a way based around communication, I think- the people who are isolated and silent, like she was, won't be a part of it.
Not really she is focused on communication to bridge the isolated.the chance of she missing isolated people is low. I am more worried she would lose sight people already connected to each other who is rejecting the isolated person. I can see the scene we saw last turn of Qi needing to remind herself of MOI not being a faceless villains who oppose her but people with their own valid concerns being repeated with worse results. If she becomes blind in higher realms it wouldn't be to the isolated individual but the collective that isolated the individual and their reasonings/justification for isolating.
"But you did come back for part of it," said the avatar, twirling a smoky rainbow curl on their finger. "You faced the form of your nightmare with us before, has its shadow crept back on you?"
Ling Qi glanced nervously about something about the word nightmare reverberated when the moon spirit spoke, turning shadows to oil and tar and sending a chill wind through the square.
Ling Qi took a deep breath, and met the spirit's eyes firmly, the scent of cheap wine and the shadow of squinting eyes vanished like dew on a summer morning, with it went the gnawing hunger the pain of a broken arm, the fear of pounding feet behind her, the shortness of breath in a child's lungs. Ling Qi had left many nightmares behind. "I understand what Sixiang has been trying to say. There is no need for that. I know I'm still unreasonable about some things."
"Please Grandmother, I don't think tribulation is the cure here," Sixiang said. "I've got this."
The Dreaming Moon regarded them both curiously for a moment. "I suppose you do. But tell me Dreamer, what do you see here, the Great Reverie, the Dream of the People?"
They were walking now, walking up the stairs to a temple, though Ling Qi did not recall standing up or moving. Lights burst in the sky overhead, and the noise was lower, less wild abandon and more the low sound of conversation from a thousand lips, the breathing of the creature called civilization.
"It's all so tenuous," Ling Qi said, looking up at the dark sky and the near full moon gleaming overhead. "Families and business and friends, united by the merest thread. It can all fall apart in an instant. It did all fall apart in an instant, not too long ago, didn't it?"
The cracks yawned wide, scabbed over with webs and tarry darkness if you knew how to look.
"It did, does that lessen what it is now," said the Dreaming Moon, sitting upon the arch of the temple as if it were an emperor's throne. From the twisting perspective, they could have been a child or a giant.
"But most things are like that. Connections break, communities split. But you know endings Ling Qi," Sixiang
They stood at the top of the steps of the temple, and Ling Qi looked down on the festival, a reflection of the empty void above, with warm fires in the place of cold, cruel stars. "It can't be a clean divide can it?"
"Nothing involving you wonderful mortals is ever clean," spoke the Dreaming Moon, and Ling Qi felt her mind itch at the pressure of something so much larger than the already tremendous existence of the avatar.
"We hurt and we hurt in turn," Ling Qi said, thinking of what Meizhen had said many months ago, her own insight, bought by the pain Ling Qi had caused her.
"Dreams and Nightmares are but reflections at different angles," Spake the Moon.
"But they're not only tricks of perspective. That is itself a lie," Ling Qi said.
"Is not the greatest artist but the most consummate of liars?"
"No, they are the poorest ones, if you have no truth to convey, your art is empty." Ling Qi said, and turned to face the moon. "If it speaks only to your own self, it is even more worthless still."
Silver light burnt her eyes, made tears trickle down her cheeks.
Family is only a knot of strong bonds, it is the small connections between people which build community. There was no line between love and obligation, not if both were true.
Community advances to IV, further advancement locked until Isolation reaches IV
The light died, and she felt a hand on her cheek, and saw the avatar standing before her with watering eyes. A voice whispered softly in her ear.
"You're close, Dreamer, but you're not quite there. The greatest lies, the greatest art, is that which becomes truth. But your fear remains. Face your nightmare and find your truth."
Ling Qi fell to her knees reaching up to scrub at her eyes. The Moon was gone.