The unification of three million mortal voices with the ten-part polyphony of the ten thousand statues did not fade into empty air. It condensed into a tangible physical structure.
Above the four-hundred-pace floor of the Great Silt Plaza, seventy deep-water lengths beneath the dark granite ceiling vaults, the standing sound waves crossed a critical threshold of sky ionization. The cold air and oxygen molecules, shaking under the relentless four-hundred-and-forty hertz deepest and its sharp-angled ringing tones, released a nonstop cascade of low-energy photons.
The result was an unbroken, macroscopic dome of golden amber light that spanned the entire breadth of the tiered arena.
It wasn’t a flat ceiling of mist or smoke. The dome possessed the curve of an exactly perfect curved arch, its base resting upon the outer edge banded limestone rows of stone pillars and its apex rising seventy deep-water lengths high to touch the bronze frame of the central zenith chimney pipe.
Through this glowing canopy, the harsh darkness of the underground cave was fully eradicated. The light was warm, gentle, and pervasive, casting no harsh shadows behind the stone tiers.
To the three million refugees seated upon the eighty circular tiers, the sense transformation was deep and immediate.
