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Chapter 662 Placeholder Chapter 8 "Star Network" Cover Story: The Man Herding the Stars
Magazine Story: The Man Herding the Stars

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Xing-Rafal was born at the end of the Second Daoist War. When he was young, he studied economics and distribution in the professional college of "Yellow Light", a satellite city affiliated to the central city.His love of reading fantasy and adventure novels may have been the motivation for his career.

Within one central city standard year after Star-Rafal graduated, he drove a small spaceship alone, and carried a deep space photography book to appear around the stars in the distant star layers of the Alliance, looking for a group of nomadic people living around the stars with the help of ether tides Primitive tribe.After being found, he claimed that in the album he saw a village sitting on top of a huge, dim orange-red dying star, and its inhabitants lived peacefully amidst the tumbling, dim and warm flames.Since then he has been obsessed, contacting all the producers of the album, scrambling and saying only one thing: I want to visit these villages, but I don't know any of them.I am willing to do any kind of work without any payment. Is there anyone willing to take me in?Half of the letters and messages sent were returned, and half were lost.Until half a year later, a photographer gave him a positioning coordinate, and he drove the boat to go there by himself.

Since then, the fate of Xing-Rafal has taken a new direction.He died for two standard years after that crazy adventure, working as an assistant to the roaming White Tower Planeswalker and a class of Civilization Exploration Vessels, and two years later he returned to the side of the star to help the tribe relocate, And officially started his career as a nature photographer.In his shots, the silent deep space of the universe presents a simple yet breathtaking power.The picture itself is not complicated, and there are no tricky angles or compositions. All the power comes from nature itself: the brilliance of supernovas, the nebulae shining with colorful luster in the pure black deep sky, and the layer upon layer of cloudy rocky planets. meteor line.

Xing-Rafal can simply record the appearance of nature itself, which makes his works extraordinarily pure and full of power.

"Everyone has their own daily routine." Xing-Rafal wrote in his notes, "However, for others, one's own daily life may be something like a miracle that cannot be explained. Compared with an individual's lifetime I've recently become able to feel the thrill of a longer, much larger nature flowing in tandem with our small everyday."

The complete collection of Xing-Rafal released this year also includes the aboriginal groups he photographed, as well as a large number of observation notes.In the process of living with the tribe, he gradually turned his lens to this primitive group who called themselves "Duka" (meaning "Shepherds").Aboriginal lives are rooted in roaming, and their values ​​are shaped by roaming.This makes his work an ethnographic record with a deeper meaning.

This way of recording ran through the life of Xing-Kafar—until he died when a comet broke through his protective suit while following the tribe on his way to the next star. The last photo of his life was also in shot at that moment.This year, the complete set of Star-Rafal's works to be published by this journal publisher contains a large number of notes, one of which records a story he has heard: before he came, an expedition that also roamed along the ether current The teams hired Tukkas as guides.But halfway through the voyage, the guides suddenly refused to move on, and just stayed where they were and drifted freely with the ether current.The expedition team was at a loss, thinking that it was not paid enough, but the guides remained indifferent.One of the team members who knew the secret art of communication asked the leader of the guide what was going on.The other party said that our speed was too fast just now, and our hearts fell into the tidal current.We're going to wait here until the heart catches up.

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