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Oman casually threw his backpack on the couch, seeking a moment of relaxation for both his body and mind. He entered the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and as it flowed over him, he felt the day's fatigue being washed away like dust. The water droplets slid down his skin, bringing a deep sense of relief, as if all the stress and worries were temporarily set aside in the warm flowing water.
After the shower, Oman felt much lighter in body and mind. He walked out of the bathroom, dragging his weary body, and lay down on the bed. The soft and comfortable feel of the sheets made him involuntarily relax. As he lay on the bed, his thoughts began to drift, gradually immersing himself in anticipation and imagination of the upcoming adventure.
But soon, a sense of fatigue began to occupy his consciousness. Oman's eyelids gradually became heavy, and his breathing became steady and deep. In this quiet and warm space, he quickly entered the dreamland.
Soon, the alarm clock rang at five o'clock in the morning, breaking the peaceful morning. He tossed and turned in bed, feeling the chilly air coming in through the half-open window, involuntarily shivering. He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, trying to find a hint of warmth on this early winter morning.
After a brief hesitation, Oman got up from the bed and walked quickly to the window, closing it. With the disappearance of the cold wind, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, making him feel a bit more comfortable.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Oman rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the morning drowsiness and dryness. His breathing gradually became steady, and the tension in his heart began to slowly fade. Then, he slowly took the blanket off himself, folded it and placed it on the bed. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the day ahead, feeling a mix of anticipation and unease about today's meeting.
In the quiet of the morning, Oman made his way to the semi-open kitchen in the living room. He skillfully grabbed coffee grounds and water, preparing for a rich morning coffee. As he started the coffee machine, it emitted a soothing gurgling sound, accompanied by the gradual aroma of coffee filling the air, adding a touch of vitality to his morning.
Next, Oman turned to the bathroom and began his morning routine. Cold water gushed from the faucet, and as he washed his face, the invigorating chill refreshed his spirits. Although the sensation was uncomfortable, it was the best way to keep him alert. As the minty flavor of the toothpaste spread in his mouth, it seemed to awaken his entire body.
After finishing washing up, Oman gently wiped the water droplets from his face with a clean towel placed nearby, feeling the soft touch of the towel on his skin. His day officially began with this small ritual. Oman felt refreshed and calm after completing his morning routine. In the kitchen, the sound of the coffee machine gradually subsided, and a steaming, enticing cup of coffee was ready. Oman picked up the cup gently, feeling the warmth of the coffee in his hands. He stood quietly by the window, sipping his coffee, gazing at the rising sun outside, his thoughts drifting far away.
After a moment, Oman set down his empty cup and returned to the living room to begin his daily morning exercise. He took out his workout clothes from the wardrobe and changed into suitable attire for a morning run. After tying his shoelaces, he gently performed a few warm-up exercises, stretching his body, getting ready to embrace the start of a new day.
His morning routine not only included running, but also a series of basic physical training, including push-ups, sit-ups, and more. Although these exercises were tough, they were necessary preparation for the upcoming adventure. With each movement, Oman was full of focus and determination, each breath was rhythmic, and every drop of sweat represented his relentless effort and desire for his goal.
After completing his morning exercise, Oman returned to his apartment feeling physically tired but full of energy. He quickly took a refreshing shower, letting the cold water wash away the sweat and fatigue. After changing into clean clothes, Oman sat at the dining table and enjoyed a simple breakfast he had prepared: a bowl of oatmeal, a few slices of whole wheat bread, and fresh fruit. He ate quietly, contemplating the upcoming day and the announcement of the expedition team members.
After finishing his meal, Oman cleaned up the tableware, picked up his backpack and notebook, and prepared to head out to the association. His steps were firm, his eyes shining with anticipation and confidence for the future.
When Oman stepped into the association's door, a quietness greeted him. The association was always unusually quiet at this time, with only a few people already starting their work. This environment was ideal for Oman as it meant he could conduct his research undisturbed.
He headed straight to the library in the association, which housed a large collection of valuable historical books and documents. These resources were crucial for his research, as he always found clues or inspiration in these yellowed pages. Oman quietly moved between the bookshelves, taking down a few books he deemed useful and then found a quiet corner to sit down and start reading.
After reading these books, he walked to the study with the purpose of the ancient Egyptian palette placed on the central table. Every time he looked at this palette, Oman felt an inexplicable attraction. Standing in front of the palette, he carefully observed every detail, hoping to discover new clues or revelations. Each observation, he would record his findings in his notebook, which had become a precious record of his research on the palette.
Oman immersed himself in these ancient mysterious symbols, completely forgetting the passage of time. For him, each research was like a small adventure, and each discovery fueled his passion even more.
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