All things are dark, all things are silent, and all the ages are destroyed!

In a trance, the protagonist feels like he is slowly but unstoppably 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 shrinking little by little until it became a tiny point of light, and the surrounding area was a deep darkness.

He was sinking slowly, unable to move at all, not even knowing if he had hands and feet, or six arthropods, and his body didn't seem to belong to him.

Only the eyes and brain are still his own, and the protagonist is drowsy, feebly watching the light on the water fade away, but without any emotions of disappointment, panic, or despair.

He was like an outsider, witnessing the sinking of a body from the first perspective.

Darkness squeezed over like a dark mist, and the only light was quickly expelled, and the boundless and seemingly eternal darkness reigned over the body.

Along with the darkness is silence, a lifeless silence, a dead silence that is even more silent than before the opening of the world and after the destruction of the universe, a dead silence that you can't even hear your own breathing or heartbeat, the sound does not exist, just as hope does not exist.

Aside from the desperate darkness and dead silence in front of him, only his brain was active.

Although he doesn't know why he is in such a desperate environment, the protagonist is soberly aware that he is dreaming, and since it is a dream, there is no need to despair.

Many people will clearly know in their dreams that they are dreaming, but they can't change the dream, and the protagonist is like this, he can't even change his thoughts.

The mind is running wildly, thinking.

It wondered why it had become an ant and could not live like an ordinary ant, but the ant's perhaps very short life was looking forward to another fulfilling afterlife, and perhaps it could turn back into a human afterlife.

Why... Struggling...

This is the protagonist's brain, it is thinking independently, the protagonist knows what it is thinking as clearly as a bystander, but cannot intervene, just like two split souls live in one brain, one is the protagonist himself, and the other is the subconscious of the brain.

Or, which one can represent the real protagonist, no one can say.

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, that is the "abyss" of the brain that the two split consciousnesses cannot touch, maybe only when the slowly sinking body touches the bottom of the ditch of the sea, the awake consciousness can touch the obsession that sleeps but exerts influence all the time!

This is a hidden obsession!

- I'm the dividing line -

The sun is blazing and the sun is scorching.

Heavy steps walked on the dry and cracked earth, and a puff of dry dust was raised. Even tired and sore feet, through the thick soles, you can still feel the power of the scorching heat.

This is not a desert Gobi, and it can be seen from the dried dead fish carcasses next to it that this place was not a water town before, but at this time it has lost all its water and vitality.

The protagonist looks at his hands in surprise, hands with dexterous five fingers, hands in silver-white protective suits, and hands that belong to humans!

These are the hands of humans, not of ants!

This time, the protagonist is still subconscious, and can only watch the body in front of him consciously act, but he can't read the brain's thinking, and he doesn't know what the owner of the body is doing or where he is going.

The owner walked and walked, the silver-white protective suit reflected most of the sunlight, but the heat stroke still threatened the only pedestrian on the dry land at all times.

Dead trees, dead grass, dead fish, dead insects, and many more dead people.

The corpses were piled up on top of each other on the side of the road, forming a huge corpse signpost that stretched into the distance. These people have become dried corpses, with yellow hair, shrunken bodies, gaping mouths, filled with despair and silent cries.

Where is this? Where are you going?

The protagonist doesn't know, only heat and death, which surrounds this body at all times.

It's a desperately hot hell, and the whole world seems to be moving with only one living person, like a body slowly sinking in the abyss.

The wind is scorching and lethal, the earth is scorching and deadly, and the sun is scorching and deadly. Everything in the whole world seems to be reshaped in the oven, everything, both body and soul.

What will happen to this walking body, and is there any glimmer of hope? Or is it like a corpse on the side of the road, which is eventually air-dried, and even decomposing in the dry is a luxury.

Take a closer look, there are many corpses on the side of the road, and they are also wearing protective clothing like pedestrians...

- I'm the dividing line -

A large, hideous head floats in the dark air, and this skull protagonist feels familiar.

For a moment the head was in human form, with features and hairstyles that disgusted him; After a while, it was a hideous inverted triangular ant head, with ferocious jaws and vicious compound eyes.

The protagonist feels familiar, but can't remember who it is? At this moment, he was disembodied, floating in the air like a ball of air, but he would not be blown away by the cold wind.

But the head knew it was here, and it kept looking at it with rampant, rebelliousness, anger, sadness, despair, and hysteria in its eyes.

It turns out that the eyes of humans and the compound eyes of ants can hold so many emotions.

"You can't be a man, even if you are an ant, you are a coward!"

The familiar words did not arouse a trace of turmoil in the protagonist's heart, even if he knew that it was himself who was cursed, his former self.

It's so familiar, where have you heard this sentence?

"It will be proven that I am right, you are wrong, I am the savior".

Faces began to rot, revealing pale skulls, and the zombie-like half-rotten skulls chattered freely, sometimes turning into ant's heads with broken carapace and brains.

"The last chance, I've calculated countless times, it will definitely succeed, definitely..."

"You can't see it, you can't see it, why can't you see it!"

The head began to rise hysterically, shouting, crying, and laughing.

On the white layer of snow on the ground, black silk threads burst out and floated into the air, restraining the rotting head like a shackle, pulling it towards the ground.

"No, I saw it, I was right, and you weren't right, but I am the savior, but not your savior!"

For some reason, the protagonist suddenly mutters this sentence.

- I'm the dividing line -

The protagonist doesn't open his eyes because he doesn't have eyelids and his eyes are always open.

But the scenery in front of me gradually became clearer.

He's awake!