Everything is dark, everything is silent, and everything is destroyed!
In a daze, the protagonist feels that he is slowly but inexorably falling into the endless trench.
He couldn't move. Only his eyes could watch the light above his head change shape in the refraction of the waves. The circle of light shrank little by little until it became a tiny point of light, surrounded by deep darkness.
He was sinking slowly, unable to move at all. He didn't even know whether he had hands, feet, or six jointed limbs. His body didn't seem to belong to him.
Only his eyes and brain are his own. The protagonist is drowsy and powerless as he stares at the light on the water fading away, but without any emotions of disappointment, fear, or despair.
He was like an outsider, witnessing the sinking of a body from a first-hand perspective.
Darkness squeezed in like a dark fog, and the only light was quickly expelled. The boundless and seemingly eternal darkness was the master, covering this body.
Accompanying the darkness is silence, a lifeless silence, a dead silence that is even more silent than before the creation of the world and after the destruction of the universe. A dead silence that cannot even hear your own breathing and heartbeat. Sound does not exist, just like hope does not exist. exist.
Apart from the despairing darkness and silence in front of him, the only thing active was his brain.
Although he doesn't know why he is in such a desperate environment, the protagonist clearly knows that he is dreaming. Since it is a dream, there is no need to despair.
Many people will clearly know that they are dreaming in their dreams, but they can't change the dream. The protagonist is like this, he can't even change his thoughts.
The mind is running wildly, thinking.
It is thinking about why it has become an ant and cannot live like an ordinary ant. It has to endure the perhaps very short life of an ant and look forward to another perfect afterlife, and maybe it can transform back into a human. afterlife.
Why...are we struggling...
This is the protagonist's brain, which is thinking independently. The protagonist knows exactly what it is thinking like a bystander, but cannot intervene. It is like two split souls living in one brain, one is the protagonist himself, One is the subconscious mind of the brain.
Or, no one can tell which one represents the real protagonist.
However, the non-subconscious bystander clearly knows that even if he is an ant, he cannot simply waste his life in mediocrity. An obsession seems to be hidden at the end of his mind, which is two divided consciousnesses. The "abyss" of the brain that no one can touch, perhaps only when the slowly sinking body touches the bottom of the ditch of the sea, can the awake consciousness touch the obsession that is sleeping but exerting influence all the time!
This is a deep obsession!
——I am the dividing line——
The sun is like fire and the sun is scorching.
Heavy steps walked on the dry and cracked earth, stirring up a burst of dry powder-like dust. Tired and aching feet can still feel the scorching power through the thick soles.
This is not some desert Gobi. From the withered corpses of dead fish next to it, it can be seen that this place was not only a water country before, but now it has lost all moisture and vitality.
The protagonist looked at his hands in surprise. The hands with dexterous five fingers, the hands wearing silver-white protective clothing, were human hands!
These are human hands, not ant hands!
This time, the protagonist is still like a subconscious mind. He can only watch the body in front of him act consciously, but he cannot read the brain's thinking, and he does not know what the owner of the body is doing or where he is going.
The owner walked and walked, and the silver-white protective clothing reflected most of the sunlight, but heat stroke still threatened the only pedestrian on the dry land.
Dead trees, dead grass, dead fish, dead insects, and many dead people.
Corpses were piled on the roadside in layers, forming a huge corpse sign that stretched into the distance. These people have become mummies, with withered hair, atrophied bodies, and wide-open mouths, full of despair and silent shouts.
Where is this? Where to go?
The protagonist doesn't know, he only knows that heat and death surround this body all the time.
This is a hopelessly hot hell. There seems to be only one living person moving in the whole world, just like there is only one body sinking slowly in the abyss.
The wind is scorching and can kill, the earth is scorching and can kill, and the sun is scorching and can kill. Everything in the whole world seems to be reshaped in the oven, everything, including body and soul.
What will happen to this walking body? Is there any hope? Still like the corpses on the roadside, they are eventually dried, and even rotting is a luxury in the drying process.
If you look carefully, you will see many corpses on the roadside, and surprisingly they are also wearing protective clothing like pedestrians...
——I am the dividing line——
A huge ferocious head floats in the dark night sky. The protagonist of this head feels very familiar.
One moment the head was in the shape of a human, with facial features and hairstyle that disgusted him; the next moment it was a ferocious, inverted triangle-shaped ant head with ferocious jaws and vicious compound eyes.
The protagonist feels familiar, but can't remember who it is? At this moment, he has no form, floating in the air like a ball of air, but will not be blown away by the biting cold wind.
However, the head knew that it was here, and it kept looking here, with wild, unruly, angry, sad, desperate and hysterical eyes.
It turns out that human eyes and the compound eyes of ants can hold so many emotions.
"You are not good as a human being. Even if you are an ant, you are still a coward!"
The familiar words did not stir up any emotion in the protagonist's heart, even though he knew that it was himself, his former self, who was being cursed.
It sounds so familiar. Where have you heard this sentence before?
"It will eventually be proven that I am right and you are wrong. I am the savior."
The human face began to rot, revealing the pale skull. The half-decayed head of a zombie chattered endlessly, and sometimes it turned into an ant head with a broken carapace and bleeding brains.
"This is the last chance. I have calculated it countless times. It will definitely succeed. It will definitely..."
"You can't see it, you can't see it, why can't you see it!"
The head began to become hysterical, shouting, crying, and laughing slyly.
From the pure white snow on the ground, black threads sprang out and floated into the air, binding the decaying head like shackles and pulling it toward the ground.
"No, I saw it. I'm right, and neither are you, but I am the savior, but not your savior!"
For some reason, the protagonist suddenly muttered this sentence.
——I am the dividing line——
The protagonist does not open his eyes because he has no eyelids and his eyes are always open.
But the scenery in front of me gradually became clearer.
He woke up!
