"Do you believe it? I have seen the complete Sanxingdui star map, which was in the ancient Shu stone chamber three thousand years ago!"
Sanxingdui restorer Lin Yue's fingertips just touched the notch on Zongmu's mask. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the ancient Shu sacrificial site shrouded in morning mist.
Amidst the bells of the bronze sacred tree, the old voice of the high priest came over: "Lord Cangyue, you have finally returned to your place!" She became the "Silkworm Moon" who was worshiped as a god in ancient Shu.
"Sister Yue, are you obsessed with research?" In the modern repair room, colleague Chen Mo's worries are still in her ears; in the wind and sand of the ancient Shu military camp, the cold-faced general Shi's blade has been pressed against her throat: "Who are you? Why do you know the Qin army's weaknesses?"
When the Qin soldiers were approaching, Shi stood in front of her holding a golden staff: "Silen Yue, I defend the territory, and you defend civilization." She used modern archaeological knowledge to interpret the jade cong's route, but the King of Shu angrily rebuked: "Deceitful words to deceive the public!" She pulled Shi and wanted to escape: "Stop guarding, this is a destined outcome!" But he stuffed the jade engraved with star patterns into her palm: "I am born as an ancient Shu person, and I die as the soul of ancient Shu."
She watched the ancient Shu people push the bronze treasures into the sacrificial pit, and listened to the high priest singing: "Sealing is not destroying, but waiting for future generations to meet again." Time and space repeatedly switched, and she held the jade fragment unearthed by modern archaeology, and the bronze rust on her fingertips was always warm.
I personally experienced the prosperity and decline of ancient Shu, and returned to modern times with this exclusive memory. I finally understood the "incomprehensible" meaning in my grandfather's notes - silence is never forgetting, but guarding the embers of civilization for a lifetime, so that future generations can understand the dazzling past of this land.
Purpose: To use individual memory to carry the weight of civilization and witness the significance of guardianship in the torrent of history; to explore the symbiotic relationship between the rise and fall of civilization and individual missions, to interpret the heritage core of "Silence is not forgetting, but to wait to be understood", and to pay tribute to every sleeping ancient civilization.