(1) White light

A layer of light mist permeates the whole world, and everything in this world is gradually becoming a part of this light mist, looking so untouchable, only the outline of light remains.

People look at their palms, which are crystal clear like the rest of their bodies.

This word, which should not have been used to describe the human body, is now so appropriate.

In the face of all this, there is no trace of panic in people's eyes, they all seem to be so calm, as the light and mist rise in the direction of the sky, they seem to be very close to each other, but in this world, people are living in their own relatively independent regions, and they can't even be regarded as groups in terms of spatial distribution, let alone how close they are.

It's just that this light fog breaks the concept of space, and everything in the world rises as a whole as if it were on a plane.

After a dazzling flicker, the world composed of light outlines disappeared, leaving no trace, and the world returned to its original appearance, as if it had taken off a coat and restored its original form, but this cloak took away all life, leaving the world with death-like loneliness and endless darkness .......

(2) Sky fire

The ashes spread infinitely, forming mountains, forming valleys, forming everything in the world...... Quiet loneliness.

Here time has no meaning, form has no meaning, only the ashes express everything, sleep and death have the same meaning, and it becomes difficult to distinguish between existence and non-existence.

There is not nothing in the ashes, it just represents a kind of nothingness, but there is no difference between this nothingness and existence in the first place, it only needs a restart, an impact of heavenly fire.

At this time, the fire was flying towards it, fast and unstoppable, and a red dot gradually turned into a huge "fireball", illuminating everything in the world.

The ashes in the sky did not know when they dissipated, and the world became visible again.

Everything began to flow again, to change, to decay, to be reborn...... and it was restarted again, unlike the countless times it had been before.

(3) All things

The world is slowly becoming noisy, and it will not stop for a known period of time in the future, and it will not stop.

Everything is being awakened and slowly growing.

Corresponding to the light in the fire of that day, offering to each other with the fire, and merging with the ashes that it produces.

The world becomes lovely, because the fruit of the light is so crystal clear, it is a kind of immaculate purity.

But the world has also become hateful, and the huge energy that cannot be carried is looking for carriers everywhere, and devouring everything around them, until it bursts, turning into countless smaller volumes, and then looking for new carriers, repeating this endless process.

Some of the ashes have become strange and different because of the energy they have mixed with in the process of formation, and they have a self-nature, and in order to maintain this self-nature, they must constantly obtain energy.

Man is in the midst of all things, and the people of this world will always be accompanied by a white fruit when they are born, providing them with energy and living and dying with them.

But the energy contained in this white fruit is limited, and they must keep looking for the same white fruit throughout their lives, merging it before its energy is exhausted, until the energy of the body is no longer diminished, and they will enter another realm.

Theoretically, their lives are infinite, unless they are not supplied with a new supply of the white fruit that lives with them when the energy is depleted, at which point their bodies will be forever integrated with the white fruit that accompanies them, and no one can understand what that state represents, but it is certain that they will never really disappear.

This is not common, but it does happen occasionally, and every time it happens, a new life is born, and a new white fruit flies to live with him.

This new little life is the child of their whole clan, and they will cherish the arrival of this new life together.

As everyone thinks, they don't produce the next generation of life through mating, although their ** bodies have the most beautiful and complete form in the world, if they want to, they can see each other's perfect body curves through the light mist around their bodies at any time, and they do most of the time, of course, if necessary, they can also make this seemingly non-existent light mist airtight and indestructible, unable to see a trace of objects inside.

The primal desire for each other's bodies seemed to them to be just some accidental accident.

That accident will not cause them any trouble or change, just as people are sometimes obsessed with a flower, even if there is a hint of impulse in this obsession, it will not cause any emotional change to you.

You may not fold it because you can't bear it for a while, or you may take it deeply because you are obsessed with picking it and deeply sucking ......it, and people in this world are born with feelings as pure as the fruit that accompanies them.

(4) Hunger

The feeling of hunger was so real, like a hole in his body, tearing at himself all the time, making him unable to think.

He needed food, and before that everything else was meaningless.

As for why he needs food to survive, he doesn't need to know, he was born like this, he has grown up to the present after absorbing the energy in the white fruit, and he knows that it will be so in the future.

He was tired and unwilling to think about it, looking at the white fruit that had dimmed, but he had to continue to suck the energy into it.

Yes, the energy of the fruit is running out, it has not been replenished for too long.

It's not that he doesn't want to, after turning over every inch of the five mountains, he has to admit that there will be no harvest this time, and he has consumed too much energy in the past few days to find new white fruits.

He didn't want to wait.

He didn't even understand why he was waiting, only that in the long search he had heard from others that he must only suck the energy from the white fruit when he could not bear it at last.

He believed in this word of mouth, there were a few times when he even lost consciousness due to excessive hunger, of course he would not be starved to death, in fact he could not be starved to death, and every last moment the white fruit would definitely input energy into his body.

It's just that almost no one can bear this process, and he also doubts that if it weren't for the loss of meaning, the sober self would really be able to survive to the end.

In fact, there are many things he doesn't know, and even the white fruit that accompanies him day and night by his side can't be said to know much.

why it doesn't need energy and has to keep sucking it up; why it doesn't know hunger, but it does; They came to this world together, why are they different in the same world, why is it that in the same world it does not feel hungry but can also complete the flow of energy, while he can't, he can only be passively given.

He had heard people say that when they were not replenished and eventually exhausted, they would become one with the white fruit, and then a new life would be born.

So is it that they were originally one, and there is no difference.

It must be because you are too greedy that you need food, you will have hunger, and you will never abandon the white fruits, because they are one.

One day, he himself will be like this white fruit beside him, and he will not need food, he will not be hungry.

It seems that people have heard that there is a legend that there will be such a day, but not yet, so he must continue to gulp the energy in the white fruit!

(5) Emptiness

Energy flowed into his body, and a gentle warm current flowed through him as if it were a physical object.

The hunger subsided so quickly, and each time he had eaten too quickly, he would get a period of too brief gratification, followed by emptiness and boredom.

What he needed to do was the way he had learned to deal with it in the face of emptiness.

He knew that it would do no good to continue lying lazily, but would only push back the endless feeling of emptiness, and that it would come more violently later.

He rolled over and sat up, coming to the bottom of a dark tree.

The tree was not too tall, just over a meter or less than two meters tall, and it was dark from the bare roots to the tip, except for the small round bean-sized fruit that emitted a ghostly glow, which looked a little disgusting.

Pure white fruits are very rare in this world, and most of them are ordinary fruits with various colors, and species like this one with a dark body and a shimmering light are many more than white fruits, but they are also very rare.

There should be energy in it, he guessed.

He wouldn't absorb the energy in it, not to mention that he was already full now, and he thought he had discovered the fruit long before he fainted from hunger.

Unlike white fruits, they grow from the ground just like other species.

And the white fruit, which can be eaten by them for generations, exists on its own, without soil.

He wouldn't do what he wasn't allowed to do, and as he turned to leave, he was attracted by a few dark shadows in the trees.

It turned out that the tree was covered with insects, one on almost every tiny branch.

The insect was as black as a tree, and it came in a variety of sizes, with the largest being at the top of the tree.

If it hadn't been for the fact that it writhed its fat body back and forth in the shimmer of light, he wouldn't even have noticed its existence.

There were far more fruits on the tree than he had thought, and the fruit was not a single growing ground as he had seen it at first, but clusters of them formed large clusters, but only a few of them gave off a faint glow, and most of them were as dark as the tree, and when he was not looking, he would mistake them for scattered small round bean-like isolated fruits.

Most of the bugs lay there motionless, and the fruit around them didn't shine a single light.

The largest one at the top swings rhythmically in different directions.

Every time he turned his body in one direction, the other side dimmed, and only when it was facing in other directions did a few fruits shimmer.

The tree and it flickered and writhed at regular intervals, not easily noticeable, and what attracted him was the upward movement of a few bugs that were far inferior to it but also unusually large.

Unlike it, it was pitch black everywhere they passed, forming black shadows, and it was this reason that he discovered this mysterious kingdom of trees and insects.

The strange behavior of these bugs made him curious.

Fortunately, they weren't too far away, and they weren't moving slowly, so he had plenty of time to watch the bugs play.

In dozens of breaths, several bugs came to the big worm and formed a circle around it in the middle.

The big insect was half erect and didn't writhe, and the others were half erect and motionless, and the whole tree was pitch black, no longer shiny, barely visible.

He got a little closer, barely recognising them.

Time only stood still for a short second, and what happened in the next moment surprised him a little, and several insects on the periphery bit the big worm in the center at the same time and quickly sucked it dry.

Almost at the same time, the whole tree was shining with black light, and the clusters of black fruits were clearly visible with a black sheen.

The insects that were originally fixed on the branches and leaves greedily sucked the black light, and their bodies instantly doubled.

The fat bugs at the top were also swinging their bodies in different directions like the big bugs before, and the black light had converged, but it should be too clearly visible, maybe they hadn't found a way yet, but naturally there wouldn't be much time left for them.

These bugs are supposed to live in symbiosis with the tree, just like them, by sucking the energy of the black fruit.

They don't have to look around, the dirt provides them with infinite energy, but it also restricts their movement, if they can't hide well, they will soon be eliminated naturally, will they be like him at that time will be integrated with the tree and the soil, he doesn't know, he has no intention of continuing to observe these insects and their fate, turned and walked away.

He knew that he had seen what he wanted, that he didn't need to waste more time and energy, that this time that should have been empty was in the past, that the next one might be tomorrow or someday, but now he knew he had other things to do.

The source of emptiness stems from abundance, excess energy needs new outlets, and everything around it becomes meaningless.

(6) Contradictions

A few more days had passed, and he still hadn't found anything.

He knew he needed to rest.

The legs that were already exhausted moved forward, and the vision seemed to be affected, and it was no longer sharp, and many things that were close could only be distinguished by the heart.

Both eyes have become dry because they have been open for too long, and they need to rest for a while.

It would be nice to say that human beings can be like many animals, and their legs and eyes do not need to rest at the same time. You can run forever, and you can save the rest you need.

But man is not an animal, and he will not be like that after all.

He pondered, remembering that he had heard someone say that the most energy-consuming thing for people is the human brain.

This little thing needs more than any other part of the body.

So what he has to do now is to stop thinking? Like the white fruit, he had never seen it think, nor seen it rest, and wherever he went, it followed him closely.

It's not just his body that wears him down, it's even more so his heart.

He searched for energy, but often had to stop because he had consumed too much, sucking the energy from the dull white fruit.

This often makes him very tired inside.

It's not because of myself, but I can't bear to look at "it".

It doesn't need to eat, it doesn't even need to pay if it weren't for itself, it's so independent in the world.

He felt like he was being involved with it, but they came to this world together, and they weren't originally one! Thinking made him even more tired, and he really should have rested.

What are people ultimately after?! The more tired he became, the more he couldn't forget such questions.

Man pursues wisdom but is always governed by the senses.

He always judged whether he was moving forward based on the sensations transmitted back by his feet, rather than relying on his intellect to make judgments, and the same was true for other organs.

He had too many complex organs than the white fruit.

But it always gets tired because of it.

And it never did, and it never made any mistakes, not even a single small mistake.

It was perfect for him, and it made him feel that perfection.

Thinking slowed him down again.

However, if you only focus on blindly moving forward, is there any point? More and less, good and bad, forward and backward are objective!

There is a contradiction in the existence of human beings, and if everything we do cannot resolve this contradiction, it is meaningless after all.

(7) Confusion

Thin himself, the dim fruit, and the "beauty" he missed along the way, he gradually became a little confused.

Why can you only eat white fruits, look at them, those astute animals, not picky about what fruits, survival is like that

Prosperity.

At least it seems.

It's not easy to survive, so why make an artificial choice! He used to have enough fruit for himself to eat, but he made himself as thin as wood, don't he deserve these gifts of nature, isn't it ironic that he is now himself?!

White fruit! White fruit! Those four words echoed like a nightmare for him.

Since fate has chosen them to eat only white fruits, why did they let it be so scarce, could it be that fate has turned their backs on them and made them willing to suffer this kind of torture.

If that is the case, why should they be allowed to waste these most precious fruits, so how can they be abandoned? They need white fruits, and they suffer more than animals, and if they insist on eating only this white fruit, they are not destined to be as highly prosperous as animal populations, how can he choose instead of them?!

Raise your hands and look at the fingers that don't look like they're like bamboos, and you can see every link clearly.

He knew he needed food so badly, and he leaned against the thick trunk of the tree and looked up, the branches and vines covering the shadow of his white fruit.

Holding his withered fingers and clenching them into fists, he stood up against the trunk of the tree, for there had never been a multiple-choice question in his mind, for they had known in their hearts from the moment they were born that they could only eat white fruits, otherwise even if they had re-developed their populations, they would have been deprived of the meaning of life itself.

(8) Coma

The sun was very strong that day, and he was a little dizzy.

And everything came so suddenly, and in a casual retrospective, he suddenly found that the white fruit was shrinking and collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nothing like this had ever happened before, and he looked at it in horror, overwhelmed.

For a second he even wanted to put all his energy into it, but that was not something he could do, and no one could manipulate the fruit with himself.

It didn't take long for the white fruit to completely collapse into an inconspicuous gray-white core, and without a trace of light was released, the surrounding light seemed to have dimmed.

After a long time, when he looked away, he realized that the world had changed.

There was no bright sunlight, the whole sky turned gray, the plants dried up into a uniform dark brown, and the curly leaves hung silently under the branches, not moving.

There was a popping sound from time to time, and when I looked down, I realized that the earth had turned into black mud, and piles of flesh-white insects were munching on the foul-smelling dirt.

He gaged and dizzy.

What is this place? How did it become like this? Looking at these withered plants, these disgusting insects turned from animals are munching on them, and the patterns on their backs are shaking like a smiling face due to the distortion of their bodies.

He couldn't wait another second, so he raised his foot and stomped on it hard.

With a muffled sound, black juice splashed all over him, and the originally fat body became shriveled down and stuck together, but his mouth was still gnawing on the soil beneath him.

He believed it wouldn't be long before it would change back to its original form.

He didn't know why they had to lie on the ground and enjoy eating the disgusting dirt.

His shouts were unanswered, only the sound of chewing like mockery echoed in his ears.

Oh, yes! Maybe he's a fool in their eyes.

It's all bugs, who will pay attention to your words.

He couldn't control himself anymore, he didn't know what he was like, but he didn't believe he could be the same disgusting bug as they were.

He stepped wildly, juice splashing his hair, cheeks, chest, legs .......

He was drenched in the juice, and the worms were muttering and scattering around, and their mouths were still gnawing on the dirt!

Anger is just an emotion, an indulgence of discontent in fantasy.

The breeze gradually woke him up, and the scorching sun was still so dazzling, so good!

(9) Hometown

Walking on his feet.

He decided to rest after reaching the next target.

Although it can still walk on its feet, there is really no need to make it so tired.

Since the last time he fainted, he didn't want this to happen again, and he learned to control and judge.

The open field ahead became clearer and clearer.

He always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it at some point, but he couldn't remember it.

Something should be missing here, something that should remind him at a glance.

Well, what's that? Not far away, a faint light attracted him.

He walked towards there.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should be the white fruit he was looking for.

No matter how far apart it was, it was the same gentle glimmer, and he was too familiar to be wrong.

He approached the white fruit, bent down, and reached out to touch it.

That familiarity, a warm breath licked his palm. He wasn't in a hurry to eat it.

There's so much more to communicate with each other.

A trace of memory slowly appeared in his mind.

It was a tree, alone, its bark and its leaves so dark.

Something seemed to be wriggling on it, it wasn't very clear, it couldn't be the swing of leaves, because there was no wind here.

The shadow was still crawling...... It's bugs.

It turned out to be it, the tree controlled by countless insects and bearing black fruits.

It still exists, and it doesn't stay in nature for long.

It was indeed different from what he had ever seen, it was just too similar.

A crisp sound broke his musings.

Something seemed to be growing inside the trunk of the tree.

The rifts grew bigger and bigger, and the thing grew everywhere inside it.

With a pop, the tree, along with the insects on it, was peeled off like a layer of skin, and collapsed in all directions.

A new tree stood there shaking its newly stretched leaves, looking even darker, still covered with bugs.

The bugs of the past, like the tree, have been replaced by larvae that grow inside it.

The process doesn't stop, it keeps circulating. I don't know how long it took, but after going back and forth several times, the bark and insects that had fallen off around me piled up like a hill, and slowly turned into black silt.

The process is getting faster and faster, with new trunks and bugs constantly changing.

It's like a fast-forward picture, and it looks so weird. Until that moment, when it emitted that dazzling black light, there was no more chance, it dried up from nature, evaporated in bursts of black gas and turned into countless black powders and dissipated.

Everything stopped, the earth returned to its appearance, and in this tranquility only the white fruit emitted a faint and gentle light.

(10) Redemption

The glimmer of light from the white fruit woke him up from his memory, everything was so real, he forgot what he was going to do.

With no time left for him to waste, he stood up and lined up the two fruits in front of his chest, ready for everything.

Staring at the two white fruits, they were so beautiful, the halo of light surrounded them, why was there a little dim in the middle, a dark spot that should not exist, through the gap between the two fruits, shot into his eyes.

What is that? He stopped the merger of the two fruits and flew over.

A man has fallen there, I don't know how long, but he is not dead.

The white fruit that was supposed to accompany him was already faintly visible, only a faint glow of fluorescence surrounding his body.

If he dies, he will turn into a white fruit.

It all came too suddenly.

The fruit cannot be split in two.

Each union becomes a perfect whole at once, and it can never be separated again.

"Give it to him, give it to him......", only one voice echoed in his head, and he could not see a man dead in front of him.

He pushed the new white fruit into the halo of the man who had fallen to the ground.

The weak white light around the body slowly condensed together.

The originally thin and gray face gradually turned red.

"He'll wake up," he thought, watching as everything in front of him blurred and his body no longer so real.

If he could see it, he would be the same as the man who had just laid on the ground, and even then he would have no regrets.

Things seem to be moving away from him, maybe he is moving away from things. Everything on the ground will no longer be clear, only the outline will remain, and then it will fade away like paint, forming patches of different colors.

He was still rising, looking at his body with a transparent body, he was so calm.

Everything in the world is no longer colorful, the different color blocks blur into a pitch black, and everything will eventually turn into the mud.

Everything is gone.

All that remains is the glimmer of light, gentleness, comfort, and serenity.