This scene has been going on for who knows how many years.
At least, ever since I can remember, the sky has always been this lifeless and unchanging.
But I still tilted my head back, feeling the waves of warmth.
No, it shouldn't be like this.
There is a legend passed down orally within the population.
Legend has it that in ancient times, there were countless bright little dots in the sky.
Those bright spots only appear at night.
During the daytime, a small sphere of light will appear in the sky.
Under the cover of fog, these bright spots and orbs of light appeared incredibly hazy, yet exceptionally beautiful.
Most people in the group do not believe such unfounded legends.
But I am different.
I genuinely believe that the sky should not be such a monotonous existence.
Just like the porous earth beneath our feet and the howling storms at its edges, the sky must also be a mysterious and powerful entity.
Like me, there are other people in the community who share this belief.
We often gather together, trying to study those tiny lights that existed only in ancient times and appeared only at night, through the legends passed down by word of mouth.
The orange-yellow light and waves of warmth stimulated my sensors, causing electrical signals to surge throughout my body, and even my skin surface lit up with a warm glow.
But that doesn't change the fact that today is a bad day.
The concentration of diffuse electrons in the atmosphere is very low, which means that it is almost impossible for us to wait for thunderstorms—the best source of food for the population.
A sense of frustration crept into my mind, and my once upright tendrils became powerless at that moment.
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