What's even more astonishing is that the Milky Way, stretching across the sky, perfectly matches the trajectory of the Yunnan-Tibet Highway they drew on the map! One is the Milky Way in the sky, and the other is the road on the ground. At this moment, they are connected in a mysterious way in this Stardust Memory Sphere, telling the story of their journey across mountains and seas.
"This... how could this be..." Ayu murmured to herself, feeling the hairs on her body stand on end, an indescribable sense of destiny and shock sweeping over her.
Just then, a new change began to occur on the surface of the sphere. The flowing light and shadow gradually solidified, revealing a complex and ancient pattern. The pattern, crisscrossed with grooves, displayed the roughness and magnificence unique to volcanic rock—it was the crater of Weizhou Island! They had once stood on the edge of that enormous crater, marveling at the wonders of nature. Now, the crater's patterns were clearly etched onto the surface of the stardust sphere, as if time had left an eternal mark upon it.
Deep within those profound lines, countless tiny points of light flicker. Their flickering rhythm is not uniform, but rather possesses a peculiar, regular frequency.
"Thump...thump...thump..."
Ayu instinctively pressed her hand to her chest. She was horrified to discover that the rhythm of the flickering lights was so similar to the beat of her heart! No, listen closely, the rhythm was even more like…
She suddenly looked at Zhong Hua.
Zhong Hua was also staring in shock at the points of light. He raised his hand and placed it on his heart, feeling the familiar pulse.
“It’s my heartbeat…” Zhong Hua’s voice trembled slightly, “They’re flashing in sync with my heartbeat!”
Ayu leaned closer to the stardust sphere, held her breath, and observed carefully. Sure enough, with each beat of Zhong Hua's heart, the points of light hidden deep within the patterns of the Weizhou Island volcano would simultaneously flicker, with perfect precision. It was as if this sphere, formed from the stardust of memories, not only carried their past but also connected them to their present, and even... the rhythm of their lives.
The noise from the construction site seemed to fade away at that moment, leaving only the slightly rapid breathing of the two people and the faint flickering of the light spot in the Stardust Memory Sphere, synchronized with Zhong Hua's heartbeat.
Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the gradually collapsing roof, illuminating the stardust sphere and making it shine even more dazzlingly. Ayu gazed at the starry sky above Namtso Lake at the sphere's core, aligning with the Yunnan-Tibet Highway, and at the patterns of the Weizhou Island volcano on its surface. She felt the points of light resonating with Zhong Hua's heartbeat, and her heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Those forgotten letters in old boxes, family photos blurred by time, concert tickets rusted... those seashells picked up by chance on the journey, the cloud shadows captured in photos, the camel bells heard... none of them have truly disappeared. In another form, they lurk in the corners of time, waiting for a certain opportunity to condense like these crystal water droplets, then explode into stardust, reweaving and gathering all the memories, emotions, coincidences, and destinies, forming this stardust memory sphere containing the code of their lives.
It is an echo of the past, a resonance of the present, and also seems to foreshadow some kind of connection to the future.
"What should we do?" Ayu asked softly, her gaze unable to leave the magical sphere.
Zhong Hua was silent for a moment, then reached out and gently took A Yu's hand. His palm was warm and firm.
“I don’t know what it is, or why it appeared,” Zhong Hua said, looking at the Stardust Sphere with a complex light in his eyes. “But I know that it carries our past and connects us. Perhaps… we just need to look at it and feel it.”
The stardust sphere seemed to understand his words; the crater-like patterns on its surface rippled slightly, and the starry sky above Namtso Lake at its core seemed to flow more gently. The points of light synchronized with Zhong Hua's heartbeat also became more peaceful and stable.
The two stood silently amidst the ruins, gazing up at the suspended sphere of stardust, a testament to memories and destiny. It stood like a silent witness, recounting seemingly accidental yet intricately connected moments in their lives, a testament to the magic and tenderness of time.
Perhaps life itself is a sphere of stardust memories, where those scattered, seemingly unrelated moments will eventually converge and resonate at some point, making us understand that all encounters, all journeys, and all memories are not accidental, but rather patterns carefully woven by fate, waiting to be seen, understood, and treasured in the long river of time.
And now, on the ruins of this soon-to-disappear old waiting room, this Stardust Memory Orb is the most brilliant resonance and blossoming in their lives. With Zhong Hua's heartbeat as its rhythm and their shared memories as its framework, it shines with a light that transcends time and space as the dust settles.
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