In the quaint library, Hexia sat in the tall chair, clad in a pitch-black gown. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the dark fabric was striking. With one hand cradling the neck of the violin and the other holding the bow, she closed her eyes slightly, drawing the bow gently, and the crystal-clear sound of the violin began to resonate.
Due to the confined space, the sound of the violin was not faint and distant but rather immediate. One could even hear the slight vibrations of the taut strings and the sturdy, metallic quality of the sound. The multiple tones made the sound more three-dimensional, more robust, and resonant.
In fact, the strings of the violin in the girl's hands were made from a special steel wire, not the flexible material outsiders often misunderstood them to be.
