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Violet suddenly stood up, her eyes flashing with excitement. She almost exclaimed, "I know! Those light orbs... their sensation is like the energy manifestation of the Orians!" Her voice was filled with excitement and certainty, as if she had just uncovered a major secret. "The energy and knowledge transmission of the Orians is so similar to those light orbs we see in our dreams. This cannot be just a coincidence!"
Aidan was momentarily shocked by Violet's sudden excitement and this inference. He sat quietly, his eyes flashing with deep thought. "Could it be that those light orbs in our dreams are really related to the Orians? But they seem more ancient, more mysterious. They give me the feeling of some kind of information from a distant past, with a profound connection to the Forgotten City we are seeking."
Violet sat back in her seat, her eyes shining with excitement as if delving deeper into her recent inspiration. "Yes, Aidan, if the Orians have some connection to the Forgotten City, it would be a remarkable discovery. Their civilization and technology far surpass what we know. If they are linked to this mysterious city, we may be on the threshold of discovering a lost civilization."
After speaking, Violet's gaze became profound, as if her thoughts were traversing time and space, back to a distant past. "Moreover, I recall that in the Orians' traditional beliefs, there is worship of the God of Light, described as a shining light. These orbs of light and the image of the God of Light seem to have some connection."
Violet's fingers glided deftly across the smart tablet, displaying detailed information about the people of Aurein on the screen. Her brow furrowed, as if trying to reconcile her own memories with the information before her. "Look here, the legends of the people of Aurein do mention a presence similar to a light sphere, referred to as the 'Spirit of Light' or 'Messenger of Light.' This may be related to the light spheres we sensed in the box."
Aidan gazed at the mysterious symbols and patterns, attempting to understand their meanings. "These Messengers of Light seem to be more than just mythical symbols in Aurein's beliefs; they may have actually existed. Do you think they are related to the Forgotten City?"
Violet nodded, her eyes shimmering with thoughtful light. "Perhaps. If these orbs are truly a manifestation of some ancient civilization or extraterrestrial life, then their appearance may be closely related to the secret of the Forgotten City. This box may be our only clue."
At this moment, Aidan's eyes revealed deep sorrow and concern as he mentioned the tragic fate of the Orians, his tone becoming heavy. He deeply felt the trauma inflicted on the Orians by the racial purification carried out by the Interstellar Alliance, a once prosperous race now reduced to wandering souls in the universe. "But now... the Orians are displaced. Ever since the Interstellar Alliance began that brutal racial purification, the Orians' homeworld was glassed, and now they are homeless. Will their rich history and ancient memories still exist?"
Aidan suddenly realized that his words may have inadvertently touched on Violet's pain. He saw a hint of sadness in her eyes and felt guilty. As a member of the Shadow Clan, Violet and her people had also experienced similar hardships. "I'm sorry, Violet, I didn't mean to... I was just..." Aidan stammered, trying to express his apology.
Violet gently shook her head, indicating understanding. "It's okay, Aidan. The loss of such history is a disaster for any civilization. But I believe that even in the most difficult times, something will be preserved. Through remaining documents, relics, or even oral stories, the spark of civilization will still be preserved."
Her voice carried a hint of determination, "Our people, the Yu, have also experienced similar hardships. In our displacement, we learned to engrave memories and stories in our hearts as a testament to our culture. I believe the people of Aurea also have similar ways of preserving their cultural heritage."
Aidan nodded thoughtfully at Violet's words. "Perhaps you are right. Even in the face of catastrophe, the seeds of civilization will still be preserved. So, maybe we should seek out those Aureans who are still upholding their cultural traditions. They might know more about those light orbs, and even the Forgotten City."
When Aidan and Violet delve deep into the mystery of the Forgotten City, Lina yawns and slowly walks out of the room. Her movements seem sluggish, her eyes still heavy with sleep, clearly just waking up from a dream. She walks to the communal sink and mechanically starts washing the cups, still seemingly lost in a half-awake state.
Lina's hair is a bit disheveled, her gaze unfocused, like an unwillingly awakened child. She rinses the cups slowly, her eyes occasionally staring blankly into the distance. Even as she goes about her daily cleaning, her mind seems to be still in the warm comfort of her bed.
Aidan and Violet noticed Lina's arrival, but they didn't immediately disturb her, instead continuing their conversation. The sound of their discussion lightly echoed in the cabin, accompanied by the sound of Lina washing the cups.
Lina occasionally cast a tired glance, listening to their discussion, but evidently she had not fully entered into the rhythm of the day. In her expression, there was a hint of desire to return to the warmth of her bed, as well as a resigned acceptance of the new day about to begin.
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