Chapter 162: The Encounter After 6000 Years

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The interstellar travel of the spaceship was utterly monotonous. Even the most awe-inspiring vista of starry galaxies became a source of loss and despair when gazed upon for decades without any change.

This feeling was like being submerged in the depths of the ocean, yearning to shout or make a sound, but unable to speak, with no echo, no change, and no variation—only eternal cold silence.

"Such an analogy is quite fitting, but I think most people can't understand it because we've never seen what the sea looks like. We can only imagine it through ancient images."

Seated in the cockpit of the spaceship, a man in a white shirt was sipping a hot drink from a teacup, while the black spirulina unfurled in the hot water, releasing a faint sweetness, adding a touch of freshness to his dull and unchanging life.