As far as the eye can see, it's pitch black.

"Did my mother enter the empty white space twice, and I stepped into this boundless darkness?"

An Sheng said that in the strange white space that his mother entered, there was still some light, so that she could see the surrounding scene.

But where I am now, I can't see anything at all, it's pitch black, a darkness that swallows everything, a darkness that is empty.

There was no sound around, and even the voice of his own speech didn't seem to come out, but he knew that he was speaking, and his vision was also blank.

Did you not open your eyes?

I don't know, Ansheng wanted to stand up, but the feeling was wonderful, she seemed to stand up, but she couldn't see anything, and the darkness made her feel as if she hadn't stood up.

"I... Does it still exist?"

"I want to see myself......"

The feeling that his eyes couldn't catch even a trace of light made Ansheng feel as if he was suffocating, and the heavy pressure squeezed the hope in his heart, and he couldn't see anything other than darkness at all.

Time seems to stand still, or perhaps there is no concept of time here.

One moment it was like this, and the next moment it was like this.

What has changed is the anxious and panicked heart, and what has not changed is the eternal darkness.

"Where am I? Dead? I can't feel anything, my body, my eyes ......."

An Sheng said to himself, his fingers seemed to touch his own skin, it was smooth, cold, it was this familiar touch, but it was not real.

In this sudden darkness, An Sheng didn't know how long it had been, his senses were not real, his thoughts were not real, but the darkness in front of him was so real.

Setting down that chaotic thought, An Sheng felt that his body seemed to merge with this endless darkness, regardless of each other.

"Maybe that's not bad. I can't feel anything, whatever... But I... I'm so scared ......."

Is this death?

Unable to see, not to touch, not to hear, nothing, this is a darkness of nothingness.

Now it feels like lying on the surface of a calm lake. Then the body began to fall slowly, all the way down, into the endless darkness, with nothing around, as if it were not there, in nothingness.

If the black has a shape, then it must be as sticky as a swamp, sticking to everything, time and everything, are stagnant and swallowed.

Only at this time, the thirst for hope, for the light, is unparalleled in history.

"Obviously it's just a milky little yellow-haired girl, and she actually said those inconsequential words to me. ”