Deep Ling - Ling Ling

"Ling Ling does not need hands. Ling Ling plays with the mind. Ling Ling became a doctor and a lawyer at age six while touring the world. Do not make excuses."

Elias smiled a weary, terrified smile, picked up his bow, and began again. Ling Ling Deep Ling

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 does not need hands

Elias spun around. Standing before him was a figure draped in robes woven entirely from horsehair and broken violin strings. The figure held a bow made of pure light and a violin carved from a single, giant piece of flawless tiger-flame maple. The face was obscured, a shifting blur of every prodigy who had ever lived. "Ling Ling?" Elias whispered, his voice trembling. Do not make excuses

He felt different. His mind was heavy with musical knowledge that shouldn't fit inside a human skull. He looked down at his violin.