When Loran Hill opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a room in a high tower.

The dim light shone on the table. It was late at night outside the window and everything was quiet.

There was no one else in the room but her.

After waiting for a while and seeing nothing happen, Loran Hill turned his attention to the desk in front of him.

A thick copper-covered book was quietly placed there, its edges and corners worn and shiny, as if it had been used for a long time.

She opened the book and slowly began to flip through the pages.

Most of them are complicated formulas, calculation processes, some design sketches, inspirations, etc. It is not until the last part that a diary-like record appears.

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Suddenly I felt tired. It turns out that even I get tired and feel powerless sometimes.

There was a constant flow of business in Oz, great and small, and more going on than I had imagined.

It's time to delegate some power, as Edwina said, everything has to be balanced.

But these are just slightly troublesome little things. What makes me more tired is the despair in the endless search.

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When I was very young, I briefly met Trinasha, the butterfly witch who also goes by the name of Time.

I don’t know why, it was just a short, ordinary meeting that lasted less than half a day, but the scene of that day has always been engraved in my mind.

I was accompanied by my sister Selene when I ran into her. She was also accompanied by a little girl, Heidi.

"Are you Dorothy?" Those eyes looked at me, and they didn't treat me as a child who knew nothing.

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"Do you want to pursue knowledge and truth? But that is not necessarily the path to happiness." At that time, the Butterfly Witch took Heidi and me by the hand and walked among the flowers in the woods.

“The more you come into contact with things, the more you know, the more emptiness and ugliness you discover.”

"As a result, people become increasingly skeptical of past insights and opinions, and ultimately become skeptical of everything, rejecting and disbelieving anything beautiful. This is because it deviates from interests and reason."

"But, despite all this, after witnessing so much misfortune and ugliness, I still miss and appreciate that little bit of irrational warmth."

"At least their presence gives me a sense of peace of mind."

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These were all the words I heard during my brief time with the Butterfly Witch.

I used to not care about these few short sentences, because the exploration of knowledge is so wonderful, and the strengthening of strength is so happy, and I can do whatever I want.

This is what I thought until a few years ago.

However, it was not until recently that I gradually came into contact with my own ceilings and limits, and realized my own powerlessness and insignificance.

Although the Land of Oz was growing stronger day by day, as its population reached tens of millions, I could no longer grasp every aspect of it. This feeling of gradually losing control was truly unbearable.

There has also been a lot of unfavorable news regarding the exploration of the galaxy and the universe.

The Ivar Galaxy is located at the end of the Milky Way's spiral arm. There are very few star systems around it, and they are all very far apart. If we want to develop more suitable planets in the future, we have to move towards the center of the spiral arm.

But the situation on the other side of the spiral arm... (Loran Hill looked at this and Dorothy seemed to pause for a long time, landing several deep points.)

The ancients were really great and crazy.

How many star systems had they colonized and built upon? The sheer number of their remains formed a wall of sighs that blocked everything. Those phantoms wandering the void, like immortal ghosts, forever lingered, forever chasing after living, intelligent beings.

Perhaps this planet is our only paradise and home. Such happy yet sad words.

Now that I know all this, I'm starting to hesitate. Should I continue to maintain this illusory happiness that has lasted for thousands of years, or should I tell everyone the cruel truth: we are just tiny animals trapped in a cage.

The truth isn't necessarily beautiful; it can even cause greater harm and add no benefit to life. It's like telling a young mother that her child will die, that this is an inevitable fate. She'd probably be upset and unhappy.

But now, I can't turn back.

The road is now paved, and countless people and friends have boarded this moving train, heading towards the inevitable future...

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Loran Hill looked at the subsequent scribbled and messy records, which contained Dorothy's constant reflection and self-debate.

In the later years of Oz, Dorothy's mind is divided.

A part of them still insists on running towards the starry sky and fighting against the endless phantoms, even if it will lead to the destruction of everything.

Another group believes that maintaining the present peace and happiness is the important thing. Things in the starry sky are too far away and people may not need them.

For this purpose, she also asked Titus to create a similar illusion for her. The two of them often argued and spoke to each other at academic seminars, conveying both viewpoints and allowing domestic wizards to make their own choices.

Such behavior naturally led to a split among domestic wizards, and finally, after the destruction of the Land of Oz, the two sides became opposed to each other.

Under the threat of the Green Green and the pressure of their ambitious goals, the Luerna faction began to place increasing emphasis on efficiency and data, gradually moving towards an extreme pursuit of power. This was almost a historical inevitability.

When he finished flipping through the copper-covered book, Loran Hill's eyes darkened, the scenery around him changed, and he appeared in another room.

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