Cathedral-scale. Stone and resonating metal. The oldest and most powerful sounds in SONA have lived here longer than anyone can trace. The Conductor orchestrates. Performances happen without announcement.
Monumental, ancient, reverent. The Grand Meridian doesn't perform for visitors — it simply exists, and those who arrive either understand or they don't. Orange frequency light pours through arch windows. Stone holds the resonance of centuries. The ceiling disappears into darkness above.
Orchestral at its core. The walls were built to amplify specific frequencies — low strings that feel like pressure, brass that carries across the full space, woodwinds that cut through everything else. The Conductor mapped these long ago. He's still refining them. He says he always will be.