The bell does not start a beat so much as mark the room. Its decay leaves the strings space to enter without hurry.

The high strings begin as a thin line, smooth and almost weightless. The motion is downward, but the pressure is still held back.

Inner voices join the descent now. The figure stays plain, but the surface gains body from underneath.

The lower register arrives more clearly. The same falling motion starts to feel less like a line and more like weight.

Several registers are sounding at once, and the descent thickens into a wall. The sound is large, but the pulse remains calm inside it.

A little air opens at the top. The mass does not break; it thins just enough to show the layers moving past each other.

The low strings swell again, giving the repeated descent a heavier floor. Nothing changes direction; the weight simply gathers.

This crest is denser than the last one. The strings press together, and the falling lines almost fuse into a single bright pressure.

The body drops back a shade. Upper voices loosen first, leaving the middle of the sound exposed.

The pattern settles into its long work. Repetition is not standing still here; it keeps carrying the sound downward.

The hold finally loosens. The strings thin toward the last bell-shadow and the room begins to take the sound back.

Now the silence is part of the ending. The decay is gone enough that the absence itself holds the last shape.