He took a deep breath, then spoke directly.
"Are you Cora Lowell? What a lovely name. I'm here today to formally invite you to join the team dedicated to preserving our traditional cultural heritage."
"Time's been cruel. So much of the old has vanished in silence."
"Bronze rubbings, cracked, rusted, discarded as waste. Ancient melodies lost, not even a complete recording can be found."
"But that's the root of our Celestia!"
"Can we discard it so easily? In those notes lies the breath of our ancestors, each beat an echo of history! If we don't act, don't save it now, by the next generation, they won't even be able to hear it!"
"I've been searching for so many years, traveling through over twenty provinces, visiting more than three hundred folk artists, just to salvage those lost zither sounds from people's hearts."
As he spoke, his eyes shone with a frightening light.
"That day at the meeting, the piece you played..."
