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Under the strong attraction, Oman felt his lower body being tightly engulfed by quicksand. He struggled desperately, trying to find something to hold onto. His hands groped around, but he couldn't grab anything except the soft sand. It was all open around him, with no support points to lean on.
As time passed, Oman felt his body sinking continuously. His breathing became rapid, and his heart raced. Panic and helplessness spread in his mind. He tried to stay calm, but as his body sank deeper into the sand, it became increasingly difficult to maintain that composure.
In the end, when the sand covered his shoulders, neck, and even his head, Oman felt as if he were continuously falling into the depths of the earth. At this moment, all his senses were covered by the sand, everything around him was dim, and he could no longer see the mysterious pyramid.
In this terrifying and desperate state, a strange feeling surged in Oman's heart - was all of this really a dream? Or some kind of trial he had never known? While struggling in his heart, he felt as if he were entering a deeper state of consciousness.
When Oman opened his eyes again, he found himself no longer in the endless desert. He was standing among a group of people dressed in ancient and antiquated clothing, undoubtedly from the era of ancient Egypt. The people around him seemed very excited, continuously pointing towards something in the distance and shouting fervently.
Looking up at the sky, he noticed it was shrouded in darkness, with a red sun obscured by dark clouds, creating an eerie and gloomy atmosphere over the entire desert. In front of him, a small sacrificial pyramid stood tall, its structure markedly different from the grand pyramids he had seen before.
At the top of the pyramid, there is a small platform. Several people dressed in priestly attire are gathered on the platform, holding knives and performing some mysterious ritual. What catches Oman's attention is a peculiar item being worshipped on the platform. It is a sun-shaped disc with a mark resembling the Eye of Horus at its center.
Oman is filled with strong curiosity and confusion. What does all this mean? Is there a mysterious connection between this ritual and the color palette he had previously recorded in his notebook? He tries to understand the behavior of the people around him and the significance of the ritual scene. At the same time, he feels as if he is at a crucial moment, and this dream may hold the key clues to unraveling the mystery of the lost Egyptian empire.
In that scene filled with a mysterious atmosphere, a high priest stepped onto the top of the golden pyramid, his figure standing out prominently in the glow of the red sun. He began to speak loudly in an ancient and mysterious language, his voice booming and full of passion. Oman tried to understand his words, but the language was completely unfamiliar to him, despite bearing some vague resemblance to the ancient Egyptian he had studied.
The high priest's gestures were intense, his expression passionate and persuasive. The crowd below responded fervently to his words, their emotions seemingly ignited by the priest's speech, filled with excitement and fervor. The crowd began to stir, with many people frantically pushing towards the base of the pyramid, attempting to get a closer look at the ritual.
In the midst of the crowd, Oman felt himself being pushed by an invisible force, compelled to move forward with the flow of people. His mind was filled with curiosity and confusion: What was this ritual? Why was it stirring such a strong reaction in the crowd? He fixed his gaze tightly on the top of the pyramid, trying to capture every detail, hoping to find a clue within.
As the crowd slowly approached the base of the pyramid, the full view of the ritual gradually unfolded before Oman's eyes. The peculiar sun-shaped disc and the mark of the Eye of Horus on the pyramid became increasingly clear. Oman's heart raced; he knew this dream would reveal a glimpse of the secrets of the lost empire of ancient Egypt.
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, a heart-stopping ceremony is about to begin. The chief priest stands at the top of the pyramid, gazing up at the heavily clouded sky as if awaiting a crucial moment. His eyes are focused and resolute, showing his unwavering belief in the importance of this mysterious ritual.
The other priests, holding sharp blades, exude fearlessness and devotion, seemingly prepared to offer themselves for a higher purpose. They aim the blades at their own hearts, assuming a sacrificial posture.
Suddenly, a deep rumble of thunder erupted in the sky, shaking the entire desert. The people screamed in terror, seemingly believing it to be the arrival of the gods. At that moment, the high priest let out a loud cry, signaling the beginning of the ritual.
Following his cry, the other priests swiftly plunged their blades into their own chests. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the steps of the pyramid and splattering onto the sun-shaped disc being worshipped. These sacrifices seemed to be for the activation of some mysterious power.
As the blood continued to spray, the eye of Horus at the center of the sun disc began to gradually open. When this eye reached its ultimate opening, a dazzling light burst forth, illuminating the entire desert.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to be shaken by this power. The ground trembled, the dark clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the sunlight shone through the clouds, casting light on the pyramids and the surrounding sand dunes. Oman stood in the crowd, astonished, witnessing this amazing scene. He felt an indescribable shock, with countless questions flooding his mind: What is this ritual for? Is it related to the secrets of the lost ancient Egyptian empire that he is seeking in reality?
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