So there were worlds buried inside other worlds but first you had to find the opening and the entryway.

So the girl who finds the hidden handle of a secret cellar, and tunes day by day her grandfather's guqin, has this buried world stolen from her, only to find another invisible door in the shape of a sonata.

Still, there is only room for one in this spare space, a place where we pluck at the strings of our instrument, always already old and needing to be coaxed back to life.

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