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With the dazzling burst of light, the entire desert began to shake violently, as if the earth itself was being shaken by the mysterious power emanating from the sacrificial pyramid. The light from the Eye of Horus seemed to trigger ancient forces, drawing everything around it into this incredible energy.
The astonishing light exploded around the pyramid, forming a huge halo. Distortions and cracks began to appear in the sky, as if the boundary between reality and another world was being torn apart. Oman gazed at it all, witnessing the flickering currents and strange lights dancing in the distorted space, as if witnessing the realization of an ancient spell.
The surrounding crowd was shocked by this breathtaking scene, their shouts echoing through the entire desert, filled with excitement and awe. For them, this was not just a display of a ritual, but more like the realization of a prophecy, a manifestation of divine power.
Oman stood in the crowd, feeling like he was caught on the boundary between reality and the supernatural. This ritual was not just a religious event, but more like the activation of an ancient mysterious power, its influence far beyond his imagination. He felt that all of this might be closely connected to the secrets of the lost empire he was seeking, and this dream might be the key to guiding him towards a deeper truth.
When Oman woke up from that magnificent and mysterious dream, he could still feel the pounding of his heart and the trembling of his body. The images from the dream were still vivid in his mind, the ritual full of primal power, the burst of light, and those incredible scenes still swirling in his thoughts.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Max's voice came through the crack, loudly reminding Oman to get up and gather at the association. Oman quickly responded with a "okay," then lay silently on the bed, holding his forehead, trying to sort out the doubts and confusion from the dream.
He contemplated everything in his dream, as if the symbols and events were revealing the secret of the ancient Egyptian stone tablet to him. Although he tried to convince himself that it was just a subconscious product of overthinking, the reality of the dream made it difficult for him to dismiss it as unreal.
As he struggled to prop himself up, an object slipped from the bed to the floor. When he looked down, he discovered it was the notebook he had fallen asleep reading the night before. He picked up the notebook and flipped through the hastily recorded sketches and notes, finding that the thoughts about the mysterious stone tablet and the images from his dream seemed to have some kind of connection.
Oman took a deep breath, trying to find some meaning from these clues. He knew that this dream might not just be an ordinary dream, but an important guide for him to explore the secrets of the lost empire. He decided to seek more clues and insights at today's gathering of the association, hoping to further unravel these mysteries.
The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window as Oman hesitated between the dream and reality for a while, finally getting up to start a new day. He walked into the bathroom, quickly freshened up, feeling a bit more energized. Back in the room, he picked up his phone and checked the notifications. Apart from the gathering message from the "Guardians of Time Association," there was nothing else important.
He quickly changed into warm clothes, putting on a warm coat and scarf to ensure he stayed warm on this cold morning in London. Then, he picked up his shoulder bag, which contained essentials such as a notebook, pencils, and wallet, and prepared to leave for the association.
Leaving the room, Oman quietly made his way to the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator descended slowly and finally reached the first floor. When the elevator door opened, he saw the security guard Jon leaning back in his chair, sound asleep. Oman carefully avoided making any noise to avoid disturbing his sweet dreams.
Stepping out of the apartment building, Oman immediately felt the bone-chilling cold air outside. The cold air stimulated his nasal cavity and lungs, causing him to shiver involuntarily. He quickly walked towards the agreed meeting point, filled with anticipation and curiosity for the day ahead. This gathering was very important to Oman as he hoped to gain more clues about the secrets of the lost empire of ancient Egypt. He also looked forward to combining the images from his dreams with the real-life investigation to further unveil the mysteries of history.
Oman swiftly crossed the streets of London, his steps firm and fast, driven by curiosity for the unknown and the pursuit of truth. Soon, he arrived at the location of the "Guardians of Time Association," a historic and somewhat mysterious building.
He pushed open the ancient and heavy wooden door and entered the hall of the association. The air inside was filled with the scent of books and the atmosphere of history. Next to the coat rack at the door, Oman took off his coat and carefully hung it up.
At this moment, he noticed that the mysterious old lady who usually sat at the front desk, known as "Granny Ghost" among everyone, seemed to be absent. This surprised Oman, but he didn't linger and quickly crossed the hall, heading towards the direction of the research institute.
Pushing open a wooden door next to the main hall, Oman passed through a long corridor and arrived at the research area. The room was filled with bookshelves, documents, and various research equipment, with maps from different periods and some ancient Egyptian artworks hanging on the walls. The air was filled with an academic atmosphere, which made him feel both excited and a little nervous.
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