Amber "sees" the figures before her, the figures known by no name to any language, but may with vulgarity and imprecision be likened to bats made of gas. Before they danced rapturously, but with the arrival of that blackness that may be likened to a deep-sea plume, they now float at attention, facing the plume as if it were their master, or a priest. The yelling has ceased, and no longer can Amber hear rifle report, but neither can she hear that reply, high and low, from her fellow players. The direction of the wind has changed, and though leaves and branches still rattle, Amber's music becomes the preponderant sound pervading the night.
Amber has long known that through music, the mind may be liberated from the limitations of space and time. That infinite gulf between subject and object, or subject and subject, evaporates as Amber saws away another note. She feels she could see through the eyes of another creature, and become witness to scenes and places far away, long ago, or even that which has yet to occur. She could feel what they felt. Think what they thought. See what they saw. But why shackle experience to that which may be seen with the eyes, thought by a limited mind, or felt by a limited soul? Why... when there is so much more?
A whisper comes to Amber, riding the treble as the edge of her bow saws the string. It comes not in the form of words, but of images, images so alien that neither may her eyes see them, nor words express them. But need her field of view be limited to her eyes alone? Why need she be limited to eyes alone? The first vision is of peering through a complex refraction of translucent space, best analogized to a mirror, infinitely reflecting itself, or looking down an infinitely repeating staircase as the same image is repeated again and again. The second vision may be likened to a tempestuous ocean, if perhaps an ocean belonging to a world with laws of gravity unlike our own, with ever moving fluid that reflect violet light in lighter and darker waves. But Amber perceives that this boiling ocean is not of any matter, nor any substance suspended in space and time, but of pure desire - an ocean of the pure desire to dominate.
Amber's perception becomes less of visions, and more of direct emotions. She feels ecstasy, as she has since she began playing, of a kind she can claim to have felt only a few times before in her life. She feels pain, physical pain, that she knows intrudes from the world beyond, the "real" world, undoubtedly caused by the exertion of so furiously sawing her bow. But never mind that. She is exploring a new world here, or perhaps even several worlds. This continues for a couple minutes, until her talons happen to dip into the edge of one of those oceans, a black green abyss that stretches beyond perception. Amber feels it. Fear. Not fear of
anything, nor deriving from any known cause, but a fear felt as if in a night terror, directly injected into the mind. And with this, her desire to explore these realms of pure emotion ceases.
Normally, feeling pure fear, like a child in a nightmare, would cause her to "wake," to cease playing and to open her eyes. But Amber knows better than to do that. And she is more disciplined than to do that. She has better self control than to make such a self evident mistake. The visions cease, but Amber mechanically plays more notes. Not with rapture, but with purpose. The fear persists at lower intensity, though it is no longer the uncaused fear of a night terror, but something deeper, and more primordial. It comes now from a sensation, and maybe even a thought, that was suggested to Amber much earlier, when her focus was on the dancing figures. Though before the sensation was drowned out by competing emotions, it persists. It's the sensation of being watched by a predator, like a mountain lion that stalks you as you walk along a mountain trail. Amber's extremely tired forelegs continue playing the same repetition of notes for what feels like an hour, even if in real time it's more likely two minutes.
And then, it is done. Amber may cease playing, open up her eyes, and join her comrades.