The Eye of Dawn

[Teacher and student, history-oriented, no CP, dual personality, reality, growth-oriented heroine, plot flow] * In the distance, the recruitment horn and the fire siren intertwined, like the death knell of the old era and the morning call of the new era. She looked towards the sea, where the first ray of dawn was breaking through the mist - the era of female scientists would finally dawn. The fire is like the light of dawn. Harmony breaks through the cage, uses courage and wisdom as her sword, cuts through the darkness, and moves forward towards the dawn of truth. Just like the "eye of dawn", she penetrates the fog of the times and pursues the dawn of science and female independence. * On the wooden door of the laboratory, she personally engraved the Wendell family motto "Truth has no fear", but quietly added a line of small words under "Truth": "Belongs to everyone who opens their eyes." * "Our bodies are not codes waiting to be deciphered by male authority, but a universe that deserves to be illuminated by science." "The dawn has arrived when women start looking at their bodies." * The existence of Harmony proves that when women use their wisdom to cut open the abscess of prejudice, the so-called "beauty" is just a glimmer of light reflected on the scalpel - and this glimmer of light will eventually converge into the light of dawn that illuminates the entire era in the long river of truth. In the fog of patriarchal society, only by using wisdom as the boat and science as the sail can the neglected light of women chart a more brilliant path than myth on the river of history. * When the fog cleared, the sunlight passed through the colorful windows of the memorial hall and cast the silhouette of a female pelvis model on the ground. Qiong touched the notebook in the pocket of her white coat. On it was a diagram of the female nerve distribution secretly drawn in the morgue last night. Next to the ink was the note: "Dedicated to all hands holding knives." The whistle of the ferry was heard in the distance, frightening away the seagulls that were parked on the plaque of the "Wendell Women's Medical Memorial Hall", while the scalpels in the display cabinet were still reflecting light, like the dawn that never went out and belonged to everyone who opened their eyes. * These fragments are like tissue slices under a scalpel, sealing the souls of the characters in the formalin of history: Arthur's hypocrisy, Giovanna's gentle resistance, Elsa's self-tearing, and Heinrich's scientific piety, together constitute the bloody soil where Harmony and Silk grew up. When Harmony held up the mirror given by Silk at the Cornwall fire, what was reflected in the mirror was not only the light of the fire, but also the symbols imprinted in the blood—the hypocrisy of the double snake staff, the tyranny of the eagle, the broken mosaic, and the cold light of the brass knife. In the end, in her eyes, it condensed into Minerva's shield of wisdom, splitting all the fog that shrouded knowledge and gender. —————————————————————— The author is a novice and can't write well. Purpose: In the fog of patriarchal society, only by using wisdom as the boat and science as the sail can the neglected light of women chart a brighter trajectory than myth on the river of history.