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MidReal Story
The Valley of Ancient Secrets
Scenario:你见过会呼吸的森林吗？这张照片拍摄于北纬30°的秘境山谷。当晨雾漫过树干，藤蔓突然无风自动——镜头拉近，树皮纹路竟浮现出一张模糊的人脸！当地村民说，这棵古树是山神的化身，根系深处锁着青铜时代的祭祀铭文。三年前，一支科考队用激光扫描发现树心嵌着未知金属，形似远古星图；去年暴雨后，树洞中惊现刻满符号的石板，与三星堆神秘字符高度相似… 而此刻，照片右下角的阴影里，是否藏着一双注视我们的眼睛？关注我，明天深入禁区，揭开‘活体森林’的未解之谜！
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Lily Chen
curious, and determined. Lily discovers a mysterious valley with ancient trees that seem to hold secrets. She uncovers hidden artifacts, including a metal resembling an ancient star map and a stone slab with symbols similar to Sanxingdui. Her journey leads her to uncover the valley's history and legends, including the presence of a mountain god.
Jason Lee
analytical, and cautious. Jason accompanies Lily on her expeditions and helps her decipher the mysteries they uncover. He provides technical expertise and historical knowledge to their discoveries, such as identifying the metal as possibly from the Bronze Age.
Mark Zhang
reserved, and enigmatic. Mark leads Lily and Jason through the valley, sharing stories about the mountain god and ancient rituals performed there. His familiarity with the area helps them navigate its dangers while keeping some secrets hidden.
Have you ever seen a forest breathing?
This photo was taken in a mysterious valley at 30° north latitude.
As the morning mist swirls around the trunks, the vines seem to stir on their own, defying the stillness of the air—zoom in, and the patterns on the bark suddenly emerge, revealing a blurry human face!
Three years ago, I discovered this valley with Jason Lee and Mark Zhang.
Local villagers claim that the ancient tree is the embodiment of a mountain god, with its roots holding the secrets of sacrificial inscriptions from the Bronze Age.
Last year, after a torrential downpour, a stone slab covered in symbols appeared within the tree hollow, strikingly similar to the mysterious characters of Sanxingdui… And at this moment, could there be a pair of eyes watching us from the shadows in the bottom right corner of the photo?
Follow me as we delve deeper into the forbidden zone tomorrow, uncovering the unresolved mysteries of the 'living forest'!
The next morning, Jason and I set out with Mark Zhang, entering the valley once again.
Yesterday's torrential downpour had washed away much of the haze, and as we walked, we could see more clearly than before.
The winding mountain path led to an ancient forest.
I raised my camera, capturing the patterns on the ancient tree's bark.
The morning light filtering through the gaps in the canopy illuminated the weathered surface where I first spotted that unsettling face.
I approached the tree, tracing the contours of the hollow eyes and curved mouth with my finger.
They were formed by natural ridges in the bark, yet seemed almost deliberate, as if watching us.
Jason crouched beside me, adjusting his glasses as he examined the formation.
Mark stood a few steps back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
The face seemed clearer today than in my previous photos.
I turned to Jason and Mark, pointing directly at the distinct features—hollow eyes, curved mouth, and an almost imperceptible line that resembled a nose.
Mark began to circle the massive tree trunk, his fingers probing the rough bark methodically.
Following his movement, I noticed a series of deep grooves running vertically along the surface.
They weren't natural; they formed a deliberate pattern, like an ancient writing system.
Mark paused at a section where several grooves intersected and pressed against the bark.
A soft click echoed through the morning air.
The bark panel shifted inward, revealing a narrow opening behind the tree.
Cool, musty air wafted out.
Jason aimed his flashlight inside, illuminating worn stone steps descending into darkness.
"Do you think this is where the villagers hid their secrets?" Jason whispered, his voice tinged with awe.
Mark nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the hidden passage. "It's more than that—this could be the entrance to the mountain god's sanctuary."
I glanced at them both, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Then we might be standing on the threshold of history itself."
With my camera strap clutched tightly, I led the way down the stone steps.
Jason's flashlight beam danced across the rough-hewn walls as we descended.
The air grew colder, carrying a faint, earthy scent like rotting leaves.
The passage narrowed, forcing us to walk single file.
Mark followed behind me, his footsteps surprisingly quiet on the stone.
Twenty steps down, I spotted faint glowing symbols etched into the walls.
They seemed to pulse softly in the dim light, similar to those on the stone slab we found yesterday.
I paused to photograph them, but my camera screen displayed only static.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through the passage, extinguishing Jason's flashlight.
"Did you feel that?" Jason's voice trembled slightly in the darkness.
Mark's hand found my shoulder, steadying us both. "It's as if the forest itself is breathing down here."
I fumbled for my backup flashlight, my heart racing. "Whatever's waiting for us, it's not just history—it's alive."
The darkness felt heavier, as if the air itself had thickened.
I finally managed to turn on my backup light, casting a weak beam ahead.
The symbols on the walls seemed to leap into relief, their edges casting long shadows.
Twenty feet ahead, the rough-hewn rock gave way to smooth, worked stone—a doorway sealed with a metal that resembled bronze.
Jason moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch the surface.
"Look at this," he muttered, his voice filled with wonder.
"The metallurgical anomalies are incredible. It's as if this metal has been tempered in a way we can't understand."
Mark hung back, his breathing audible in the confined space.
I approached cautiously, my light flickering across the door's surface.
Etched concentric circles radiated from the center, resembling ripples on a pond.
As I drew closer, I noticed something peculiar—the metal bore faint impressions of handprints.
It was as if countless others before us had pressed against this barrier, leaving behind a testament to their presence. The door's surface felt warm under my palm, unlike the cold stone surrounding it.