History had always been heavy.
Whether it was the first Federation citizens standing on the corpses of the natives and proudly showing off everything they had done as guests in the natives' homeland,
or the patterns at the bottom of the lunar pyramid at this very moment, which looked neither complicated nor simple, yet were absolutely capable of leaving people awestruck.
As more and more content was exposed before everyone, those who were speaking and those who were silent alike all shut their mouths.
Everyone silently watched it as it reappeared before them after thousands, tens of thousands, or perhaps even more years.
The Pioneers moved forward little by little, its jets stirring up the dust on the ground, like the wheels of history rolling onward.
At that moment, everyone lost the ability to speak.
That included the experts seated before the cameras and the two female hosts.
The bottom of the shaft was actually not very large. Its diameter was no more than a hundred meters, so its core was easily visible—a very strange statue.
It was a species no one had ever seen before. Its appearance was highly abstract, yet it had a human face. Judging from the soft lines of its features, it should have been female.
The tentacles, feelers, or whatever else they were that surrounded its face held up a circular object, its slanted surface facing the corridor from which the robot was approaching.
Although everyone already knew that there was something on the moon, and that aliens had once existed in this world, they still trembled with excitement at the sight of these things!
If it had only been a pyramid... they could have called it a cosmic wonder, something formed by coincidence. For example, perhaps there was a strange element that did not