The dazzling lights and images gradually faded, but that breathtaking scene was etched deeply into everyone's hearts.
Those moved by it were not only Lu Bangguo, who had spent his entire life in a small county town and weathered half a century of ups and downs, but also the international visitors who had lived in Hua Nation for years yet knew nothing about this land.
Watching Space City slowly vanish into the night sky, Yuriev Jack, seated among the guests, felt his throat grow dry and his eyes moisten.
At first, he had assumed the celebration was merely a political promotional film with grand special effects, or a dizzying display of technological prowess. Yet halfway through, he realized he had been wrong.
And terribly wrong at that.
The shifting images contained nothing political. They were simply memories of an era—memories most elderly people were unwilling to revisit and the younger generation had never experienced.
It was hard to imagine what kind of person, using what kind of method, could present those memories before people in such a profoundly moving way.
It had far more visual impact than an IMAX film.
And that was not all.
Beyond the dazzling lights and images—even beyond the celebration itself—he saw many things he had never expected.
He noticed the old man sitting not far from him quietly choking back sobs. He also noticed the yearning in the eyes of a child nearby when the dreamlike space city appeared...
The genuine emotion woven behind the special effects, together with the audience bathed in holographic light, became the most moving Easter Egg of the entire celebration...
Gently wiping the corner of his eye, Yuriev Jack, a professional video creator, spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
"...Unbelievable."
Sitting beside him was a diplomat from the embassy.
Glancing