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After that simple yet heartwarming dinner, Max and Oman enjoyed the relaxation brought by beer and delved into a deep discussion about the history and mission of the 'Guardians of Time Association.' Max revealed many insider details about this mysterious organization to Oman.
"Max explained, 'The 'Guardians of Time Association' was initially founded three hundred years ago by Sir Emanbus, a patriarch of the Wolff family. He witnessed the destruction of world culture and heritage by war and was determined to protect these precious artifacts, thus establishing this association.'"
Oman listened to Max's narrative and nodded. He gradually gained a deeper understanding of the purpose and history of the 'Guardians of Time Association'.
Max continued, "Currently, our main mission is to protect and search for the lost artifacts of Egypt, while uncovering the truth behind them." There was a firm and determined look in his eyes.
Oman asked curiously, "Lost? Do you mean something that humans have not yet discovered?" He thought of the color palette he had analyzed during the day and felt full of curiosity.
Max nodded and replied, "Yes, just like the color palette you analyzed today. We have reason to believe that it may belong to a lost empire that existed before the unification of Upper and Lower Egypt, which is currently unknown to people."
Oman After listening, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. This information shocked him and also ignited his passion to explore the unknown. He realized that joining the 'Guardians of Time Association' was not just a job, but a rare opportunity to explore the secrets deep within human history.
The two continued to talk for a while, until late at night. Oman was full of anticipation for the upcoming adventure, while Max encouraged him before saying goodbye, expressing high expectations for his future performance. Oman felt grateful and excited for the future adventures. After Max left, Oman tidied up the tableware and prepared to rest, getting ready for a new beginning the next day.
Oman tidied up everything in the apartment and then went to the bathroom for a simple wash. He felt a certain degree of relaxation in both body and mind. Afterwards, he walked to the bedside and lay down on the bed with the new sheets he had just put on. The tranquility of the late night surrounded the entire room, but Oman's thoughts were as difficult to control as wild horses.
On the bed, he took out the notebook full of sketches and notes. His gaze fell once again on the rough sketches of the color palette, and in his mind, the stories about the 'Guardians of Time Association' that Max had told today kept replaying, along with the mysterious veil of the lost empire that might be related to the color palette.
Oman's thoughts wandered among those chaotic lines, smooth curves, and the symbols of the sun and eyes. He tried to find the connections between them, as well as any possible relationship with the lost empire. His mind was filled with assumptions, questions, and possible explanations.
However, after a day of exhaustion and late-night contemplation, fatigue finally took over Oman's body. His eyelids grew heavier, and his thoughts began to blur. The notebook still lay on his chest, and his breathing gradually became steady and deep. Eventually, amidst these complex thoughts, Oman unknowingly entered the realm of dreams.
When Oman woke up from his slumber, he found himself in the midst of a vast and boundless desert. The scorching sun hung high, its intense rays seemingly ready to sear his skin. All around him were endless sand dunes, blending indistinctly with the sky.
Oman felt perplexed, thinking that he must be dreaming, as this couldn't be real. He pinched his cheeks in an attempt to wake himself up, only to be surprised by the pain he felt. This dream was far more real than he had imagined.
He stood in the hot, windy desert, looking around and seeing nothing but the golden shining sand dunes and endless waves of heat. Yet, a deep intuition told him that he must keep moving forward, as if the answers or objects he sought lay ahead.
So, Oman began to walk in the desert, the sand beneath his feet unbearably hot. Each step felt like walking on coals, but his heart was filled with determination and curiosity. He continued to move forward, driven by an inner force, as if somewhere in this desert, a secret related to the lost empire was hidden.
While walking through the long and hot desert, Oman suddenly spotted the outline of a pyramid in the distance. The pyramid appeared faintly on the horizon of the desert, like a captivating mirage. Excited and filled with anticipation, Oman quickened his pace, determined to explore this mysterious pyramid.
He swiftly climbed a small sand dune ahead, and when he stood at the top of the dune, the magnificent pyramid fully revealed itself before his eyes. Its grandeur and majesty exceeded his imagination, leaving him both awestruck and thrilled. Without hesitation, Oman slid down the dune, eager to observe this ancient wonder up close.
However, as he slid down the dune, he suddenly felt one of his feet firmly stuck. He struggled to pull it back, but panicked as he realized his foot was sinking deeper. Oman immediately realized that he had inadvertently stepped into quicksand.
His foot felt heavier and heavier, and the engulfing force of the quicksand made it difficult to free himself. Panic began to spread in Oman's mind, and he tried hard to stay calm and find a way out. He realized that struggling too violently might make the situation worse.
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