Artistic Renaissance

Similarly, after the individual lives of the Crimson Flame Civilization become vassals and humanity completes the initial construction of its spiritual civilization, another effect will emerge.

That would be a clash of ideas between different races, but of course, that would only happen after humanity had established a platform for communication.

Time slips away slowly amidst the hustle and bustle of development.

While absorbing the technology of the Crimson Flame Civilization, humanity is also building new secondary spaceships according to plan and introducing new policies on the development of spiritual civilization.

After years of preparation, the campaign to promote spiritual civilization has finally swept across individual lives with overwhelming force.

According to the calendar, this day marked the first day of autumn. Although there was no autumn on the spaceship, out of habit, the humans still adjusted the main color scheme of the various screens on the Residential Spaceship to resemble autumn.

Countless fallen leaves fluttered and drifted down in the virtual screen, while the bleak autumn wind howled in the 3D display.

Li Xuan stood quietly in front of a projection screen, watching the endless falling leaves. She felt a little lost, just like when she looked at the fallen leaves on the screen and listened to her parents' stories about autumn on Earth, but had never truly experienced the feeling of autumn wind.

At this moment, nothingness and emptiness almost completely occupied her mind and body.

Her cake shop went out of business long ago, or more precisely, it was replaced by Strong Artificial Intelligence. People can get any food for free from the shops controlled by Strong Artificial Intelligence, so gradually no one is willing to spend Contribution Points to buy cakes from her cake shop anymore.

Labeling a cake as a handcrafted art piece doesn't add any flavor to it, if you don't consider the human touch.

"Are you there? Did you receive my message? I called you, but your smart assistant said you're busy."

"Just received it. How are you? Are you alright?"

"I resigned."

"Huh?! You were doing just fine. Okay, fine, if you don't want to do it, then don't. Didn't I say that art is just human self-deception? Anyway, you won't starve in this era even if you don't do anything. Besides, I'm here. Just tell me if you need to Contribution Points. Alright, I'm very busy now. The research project is at a critical moment, and I probably won't have any free time for the next few days."

Whew! Li Xuan used her Brain Chip to retrieve the information records from not long ago and looked at them again. Then she sighed softly and cleared all the conversation content.

She was talking to her boyfriend, with whom she had entered hibernation and then woken up together. After their long separation, they spent some time together tenderly.

Li Xuan still remembers that taste, especially the lingering, tender moments, which evoked a hazy, warm feeling in her heart, like a spring field. Even afterwards, when she thought back on it, a longing would rise in her heart.

She remembered the passionate whispers they exchanged when they embraced, and the refreshing feeling of being together, like an autumn breeze.

She met him by chance, back when she had an endless, infatuated dream about men. She slowly sensed his tender care and gentle affection in his often smiling profile and restless eyes, like the tranquility of a summer night's starry sky—a feeling she loved.

She had thought more than once that she would just spend her life with him.

However, as they spent more time together, Li Xuan gradually realized that he could not understand her pursuit of art. Whenever she talked about art, he would always refute her with his technical skills and always liked to tell her how amazing he was in his technical field.

Just like in the conversation just now, Li Xuan felt that he didn't understand her at all.

Li Xuan knows that in today's society, one can live well without doing anything and die naturally without illness or disaster, but she doesn't want her life to pass by in obscurity, and she doesn't want to define herself so quickly with a marriage.

As she thought about it, Li Xuan's confused eyes gradually Qingming.

At that very moment, the projection screen in front of her suddenly transformed into a scene of an autumn night on Earth, and at the same time, a melody she had never heard before rang in her ears.

Accompanying this was the voice of a magnetic man.

"The garden was quiet in the dead of night; even the leaves no longer rustled."

"How beautiful the night is, how enchanting it is, what a tranquil evening!"

"The stream flows quietly, rippling gently; the bright moon shines on the water, shimmering silver."

It's a song called "Moscow Nights".

All these years have passed, and this is the first time this song has appeared in human society. Yes, the first time, and it was only because of the need to build human spiritual civilization that it was unearthed from archives.

The catastrophe that struck the Solar System not only destroyed the Earth, but also took away 99% of humanity's artistic resources. Works such as music, painting, sculpture, dance, opera, and literature, which were used to express and convey human emotions, were almost entirely wiped out.

If it weren't for the fact that some researchers back then had this kind of interest, the entire team might have been wiped out. After all, the Callisto Base was a pure and solid extraterrestrial cutting-edge research base. The official storage system mainly contained all kinds of technical data, and there was absolutely nothing related to art.

So the fact that this song can still exist is a kind of renaissance.

As Li Xuan listened to the unfamiliar melody, she seemed to feel the true essence of autumn through the visuals. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, and she couldn't help but slowly reach out her delicate hand to touch it. At that moment, she felt as if she understood the meaning of autumn for those native Earthlings.

"Moscow Nights" travels far and wide on the autumn wind, as if taking Li Xuan back to the time when she was a young girl, full of youthful romance.

Li Xuan felt as if she were standing on a street in Moscow at night. As the pedestrians gradually dispersed and only the neon lights remained, her shadow accompanied the streetlights, and the autumn wind accompanied the falling leaves. She and he smiled and gazed at each other, kissing goodbye on the midnight street.

"So beautiful! Art, I think I understand." As the song came to an end, a smile appeared on Li Xuan's face; she knew she understood.

She understood what she was pursuing.

The powerful, soul-stirring impact of that piece of art finally made her understand its charm.

She finally understood the meaning behind the expressions on her parents' faces when they talked about Earth, and she finally understood the sentiments her friend Xu Yanxia expressed when discussing Earth.

Li Xuan felt that simply affecting the playback of recorded images was not enough to make people feel the so-called sentiment. Only the resonance generated by art could make new humans like herself feel what Earth, their mother planet, and the cradle of civilization meant.

She finally understood why those native Earthlings were so obsessed with revenge; she felt that emotion.

"Art, humanity needs art." A warm smile bloomed on Li Xuan's face. She knew what she should do and how she should do it for the rest of her life.

Art can help people understand the world, explore their inner selves, and express their emotions; it can convey thoughts, feelings, ideas, and ideals.

There are many people like Li Xuan, but not all new humans share this resonance. However, a single spark can start a prairie fire, and the seeds of art have sprouted anew in this human community at this moment.

It will gradually grow with the nourishment of time.