(Stanley version) white fruits
White fruits
(1) White light
A layer of light and mist permeates the whole world
Everything in this world is gradually becoming a part of this light mist
It looks like that's untouchable
Only the outline of light remains
People look at their palms
It's just like the rest of your body
It's so crystal clear
This is a word that should not have been used to describe the human body
Now it's become so appropriate
Face it all
There was no trace of horror in people's eyes
It all looked so calm
As the light mist rises in the direction of the sky
It seems as if they are very close to each other
But in this world, people live in their own relatively independent regions
In terms of spatial distribution, it is not even considered to be a group of people
Not to mention how close it is
It's just that this light mist breaks the concept of space
Everything in the world is like being on a plane
The whole is rising
After a dazzling flicker, the world of light outlines vanished
Not a single trace was left
The world is back to its original state
If you take off a layer of outer clothing, you will return to your original form
But this cloak takes away all life
What is left to this world is death-like loneliness and endless darkness .......
(2) Sky fire
The ashes spread infinitely, forming mountains
Valleys are formed
Formed everything in the world...... Quiet loneliness
Time doesn't make sense here
Morphology doesn't make sense
Only this ash says everything
Sleep and death have the same meaning
It becomes difficult to distinguish between there and none
There is not nothing left in the ashes
It just represents a kind of nothing
But there is no difference between this kind of non-existence and being
All it takes is one restart
A striking-fire impact
And at this time, the fire was flying towards it
Fast and unstoppable
A red dot gradually turned into a huge "fireball"
Shines on everything in the world
I don't know when the ashes in the sky will be gone
Once again, the world became visible
Everything began to flow again
Change, decay, rebirth......
It was rebooted again
It's not much different from the countless times before.
(3) All things
The world is slowly becoming noisy
In the calm of the past
It will not be interrupted for a known period of time in the future
And it won't stop
Everything is being woken up
Slowly growing
Illuminate with the light in the fire that day
and the fire to provide for each other
Merge with the ashes that result
The world has become lovely
The fruit that bears fruit because of that light is so crystal clear
It was an immaculate purity
But the world has also become abominable
The huge energy that can't be carried is looking around for a carrier
and devour everything around you
until it bursts
into an infinite number of smaller volumes
Then look around for new carriers
This endless process is repeated
Some of those ashes are wonderful and different because of the amount of energy that was mixed in with them during their formation
It has its own nature
In order to maintain this self-nature
They have to keep getting energy
Man is in all these things
People in this world are always born with a white fruit
Give it energy
Symbiosis and co-destruction with it
But the energy contained in this white fruit is limited
They have to spend their lives searching for the same white fruit
Fusion before its energy is depleted
Until the energy of the body is no longer being reduced
They will enter another realm
In theory, their lives are unlimited
Unless the white fruit that lives with it does not receive a new supply when its energy is exhausted
Then their bodies will be forever one with the white fruit that accompanies them
No one can understand what that state represents
But what is certain is that such they will never really go away
This is not a common occurrence
But it does happen occasionally
Whenever it happens, a new life is born
A new white fruit will fly to live with him
This new little life is the child of their whole clan
Together, they will cherish the arrival of this new life
As everyone thinks
They do not produce the next generation of life through mating
Although their ** bodies have the most beautiful and complete form in the world
If they wish, they can see each other's perfect body curves through the light mist that surrounds their bodies at any time
Most of the time, they do
Of course, if necessary, they can also make this seemingly non-existent layer of light and fog airtight and indestructible
Not a single object inside is visible
The primal desire for each other's bodies seemed to them to be just some accidental accident
The accident will not cause them any trouble or change
Just like people sometimes become obsessed with a flower
Even if there is a hint of impulse in this obsession
It won't cause any emotional change to you
You may not bother to fold it because you can't bear it for a while
It may also be picked by hand because of obsession......
The people of this world are born with feelings as pure as the fruit that accompanies them.
(4) Hunger
The feeling of hunger is so real
If there is a hole in the body
Tearing himself apart all the time
So that he can't think
He needs food
Everything else doesn't make sense before that
As for why you need food to survive, you don't need to know
He was born like this
After absorbing the energy in the white fruit, it has grown to the present
And for the future, he knew it would be like this
He was tired and didn't want to think about it
Looking at the white fruit, which had dimmed, he had to continue sucking the energy in it
yes
The energy of the fruit is running out
It hasn't been replenished for too long
It's not that he doesn't want to
After turning over every inch of those five mountains
He had to admit that he wouldn't have much to gain this time
And in the past few days, he has consumed too much energy in order to find new white fruits
He didn't want to wait
He didn't even understand why he was waiting
It was only during the long search that he heard it from others
It is necessary to suck the energy in the white fruit only when it is no longer possible to tolerate it at the end
He believed in this word of mouth
On several occasions he even lost consciousness due to hunger
He certainly won't starve to death
In fact, he could not have starved to death
At the last moment, the white fruit would definitely inject energy into his body
It's just that almost no one can tolerate this process
He also doubted that he had lost his meaning for those few times
Can the sober self really survive to the end?
In fact, there are many things he doesn't know
Even the white fruit that accompanied him day and night by his side couldn't be said to know much
Why doesn't it need energy and has to keep sucking it up?
Why it won't know hunger
And they will
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 it can also complete the flow of energy
And he couldn't
Can only be given passively
He'd heard people say that
When it does not get replenished energy, it will eventually be depleted, and it will merge with the white fruit
And that's when a new life is born
So is it that they were originally one
And there is no difference
It must be because I'm too greedy
will need food
There will be a reciprocal cycle of hunger
Only then will there be white fruits that will never be abandoned
for they are one
One day, he himself will be like this white fruit next to him, and he will not need food
There is no hunger
I've heard that there is a legend that there will be such a day
But not yet
So he must continue to gulp down the energy in the white fruit!
(5) Emptiness
Energy flows into his body
A gentle warm current flowed through him like a physical object
The hunger pangs subsided so quickly
Every time he had eaten a lot, he would get a period of too brief gratification
What will be followed will be emptiness and boredom
He needed to do something
This was the way he had learned to deal with this emptiness long ago
He knew that it would not do him any good to continue to lie lazily
It will only push back this endless sense of emptiness, and it will hit more violently later
He rolled over and sat up
I came under a dark tree
The tree is not very tall, just over a meter, and it looks like it is less than two meters
From the bare roots to the tips of the trees, the whole body is dark
Only the small, round bean-sized fruit emitted a ghostly glow
It looks disgusting
Pure white fruits are very rare in this world
Most of them are ordinary fruits with various colors
It's all dark like this
Species that emit shimmering light
Although there are many more fruits than white
But it's also very rare
There should be energy in it
He guessed
He doesn't absorb the energy in it
Don't say that he is already full now
Long before he fainted from hunger, he thought he had discovered the fruits
They are not the same as white fruits
It grows from the ground just like a normal species
And the white fruit, which can be eaten by them for generations, exists independently
No dirt
He won't do things that aren't allowed
As he turned to leave
I was attracted by a few dark shadows in the trees
It turned out that the tree was full of bugs
There is one on almost every tiny branch
The worm was as black as a tree
Sizes vary
The largest one is at the top of the tree
If it weren't for it, it writhed its fat body and swayed back and forth in the shimmer
He didn't even notice it existed
The tree also bore far more fruit than he had thought
The fruit was not a single growing ground as he had first seen
Rather, clusters come together to form a large string
But only a few of them emitted a faint shimmer
Most of them are as dark as this tree
When you don't pay attention, you will mistake it for scattered small round bean-like isolated fruits
Most of the bugs lay there motionless
The fruit around him did not emit a trace of light
The largest one at the top swings rhythmically in different directions
Whenever he turns his body in that direction
That side will be darkened
Only when it faces the other direction again will a few fruits shimmer
The tree and it flickered and writhed regularly
Not easy to detect
What attracted him was a few bugs that were far inferior to him, but also unusually large, moving upwards
It's different
It was pitch black everywhere they passed
A series of black shadows were formed
It was in this way that he discovered this mysterious kingdom of trees and insects
The strange behavior of these bugs made him curious
Fortunately, they are not far away
The speed of movement is not too slow
He had plenty of time to watch the bugs play
Dozens of breathing intervals
A few bugs came up to the big bug
Wrap it around in the middle to form a circle
The big worm was half erect and didn't writhe
The others were half-erected and motionless, just like him
The whole tree went dark
There is no shine in the light and is almost not visible
He got a little closer, barely recognising them
Time stood still for a short second
What happened the next moment surprised him a little
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 glowed black
Clusters of black fruits shimmer with a black sheen and are clearly visible
The insects that were originally fixed to the branches and leaves greedily sucked the black light
The body doubled in an instant
The fat bugs at the top were also swinging their bodies in different directions like the big bugs before
The black light has converged
But it should be too clearly visible
Maybe they haven't found a way yet
But nature doesn't leave much time for them
These bugs should be like them
It lives in symbiosis with the tree 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 you can't hide it well
Soon it will be eliminated naturally
Will they be as one with the tree and the dirt as he did?
He didn't know
He had no intention of continuing to observe the bugs and their fate
Turned and walked away
He knew he had seen what he wanted
There is no need to waste more time and energy
This time that should have been empty is a thing of the past
The next part may come tomorrow or someday later
But now he knew he had other things to do
The root of emptiness stems from abundance
Excess energy requires new outlets
Everything around becomes meaningless.
(6) Contradictions
A few more days had passed, and he still hadn't found anything
He knew he needed to rest
The already exhausted legs moved forward
It seems that the vision has also been affected
Not in acumen
Many things in close proximity also need to be distinguished by the mind
Both eyes were dry from being open for too long
It's time to give them a break
If we say that people can be like many animals
Both legs and eyes do not need to rest at the same time
How nice that would be!
You can run forever
The rest that was needed can also be dispensed with
But man is not an animal
It won't be like that
He pondered
I don't know when I heard someone say it
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, I have never seen it think, nor have I seen it rest
No matter where he goes
They all followed him closely
It's not just the body that wears him down
This is even more true of his heart
He was looking for energy
But they often have to stop because they consume too much
Suck in the energy of the white fruit that has become dull
This often makes him very tired inside
Not because of yourself
But I can't bear to look at "it"
It does not need to be eaten
It wouldn't even have to pay if it weren't for itself
It exists so independently in this world
He felt like he was burdening it
But they came into this world together
Isn't it just one!
Thinking made him even more tired
He really deserves to rest
What are people ultimately after?!
The more tired he became
The more you can't forget such a question
Man pursues wisdom but is always governed by the senses
He always relies on the feeling that his feet pass back
Judge whether you are moving forward or not
Rather than relying on wisdom to make judgments
The same is true for other organs
He had too many complex organs than the white fruit
But it always gets tired because of it
And it has never been that way
I didn't make any mistakes
Not even a single small mistake has been made
It did it so perfectly for him
It also made him feel that perfection
Thinking slowed him down again
however
If you only care about moving forward blindly
Does it make sense?
More and less
Good and bad
Forward and backward are objective!
There is a contradiction in the existence of man himself
And everything that is done cannot resolve this contradiction
After all, it is meaningless.
(7) Confusion
Emaciated self
Dull fruit
The "beauty" that was missed along the way
He gradually became a little confused
Why can only eat white fruits?
Check them out
Those astute animals
Don't be picky about any fruit
Survival is like that
prosperity
At least it seems
Survival is not easy
Why should there be an artificial choice!
There was originally enough fruit for one's own consumption
But he made himself as thin as wood
Don't you deserve these gifts of nature?
Isn't it a kind of irony to be who you are now?!
White fruit!
White fruit!
Those four words echoed like a nightmare for him
Since fate has chosen them to eat only white fruits
Why is it so scarce?
Could it be that fate has turned their backs
Let them be willing to suffer this torture
If it really is
Why would they be allowed to waste these most precious fruits in vain?
So how could they be abandoned?
They need white fruits
They also suffer more than animals
If you insist on eating only this white fruit
They are also not destined to be as highly prosperous as animal populations
How are he and not them going to choose?!
Raise your hands
Look at the finger that doesn't look good
Like bamboo, every link is clearly visible
He knew he needed food so badly
Leaning against the thick trunk of the tree and looking up
The branches and vines are full of flowers, and there is no shadow of his white fruit
Hold the dry fingers
clenched into fists
He stood up against the trunk of the tree
There was never that multiple-choice question in his mind
From the moment they are born, they know in their hearts that they can only eat white fruits
If not, even if they will develop the population and prosper again
Life itself has been deprived of its meaning.
(8) Coma
The sun was scorching that day
He was a little dizzy
And it all came so suddenly
In the casual retrospective
He suddenly noticed that the white fruit was shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye
Collapsed
Nothing like this has ever happened before
He looked at it in horror
Overwhelmed
For a second he even wanted to put all his energy into it
But that's not all he can do
No one can manipulate the fruit with themselves
It didn't take long
The white fruit has completely collapsed into an inconspicuous grayish-white pit
In the absence of a trace of light shine emitted
The surrounding light seemed to dim as well
It's been a long time
When he looked away
Only then did I realize that the world had changed
There is no bright sunshine
The whole sky turned gray
The plant withers and turns into a uniform dark brown
Curled leaves hang silently under the branches
Not moving at all
From time to time, there was a popping sound under his feet
I only found out when I looked down
The earth has turned to black silt
Piles of flesh-white bugs
They are munching on the foul-smelling dirt
He gagged
The dizziness is even worse
What is this place?
How did it become like this?
Look at these withered plants
These disgusting bugs, turned into animals, are munching on them with a big mouthful
The pattern on the back is shaking like a smiling face due to the distortion of the body
He couldn't have looked at it for another second
Raised his foot and stomped it hard
There was a muffled sound
Black juice splashed all over him
The fat body became shriveled and stuck together
But his mouth was still gnawing on the dirt beneath him
He believes it won't be long
It will 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 not answered
Only the sound of chewing like mockery echoed in my ears
Oh, yes!
Maybe he's a fool in their eyes
It's all bugs
Who's going to pay attention to what you say
He could no longer control himself
He didn't know what he was like
But he didn't believe he could be the same disgusting worm as they were
He stepped on it like crazy
The juice splashed on his hair, cheeks, chest, legs......
Gradually, he was soaked in the juice
The bugs muttered and scattered in all directions
He is still gnawing on the dirt in his mouth!
Anger is just an emotion
It is the indulgence of discontent in fantasy
The breeze gradually woke him up
The sun was still as dazzling as it was
That's nice!
(9) Hometown
Walking on his feet
He decided to rest after reaching the next target
Although these feet can still walk
But there's really no need to make it so exhausting
Since the last time I fainted
He didn't want anything like that to happen again
He learned to control and judge
The open field ahead became clearer and clearer
He always felt a little familiar
I seem to have seen it at some point
But I can't remember
What should be missing here
Something that should have reminded him at a glance
Well
What is that?
Not far away, a faint light attracted him
He walked towards there
If you didn't guess wrong
It must have been the white fruit he was looking for
It doesn't matter how far apart they are
All the same gentle shimmer
He was all too familiar
You can't go wrong
He came to the approach of the White Fruit
Bent down
Reach out and 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 there
bark
The leaves were all so dark
Something seemed to be squirming on top of it
Not very clear
It couldn't be the swing of the leaves
Because there's no wind here
The shadow was still crawling...... It's bugs
It turned out to be it
That one was controlled by countless bugs
A tree bearing black fruits
It still exists
That way it won't stay in nature for long
It was indeed different from the one he had ever seen
It's just too much of a resemblance
A crisp sound broke his musings
Something seemed to be growing inside the trunk of the tree
The cracks gradually become larger and more numerous
It grew everywhere inside it
With a pop
The tree, along with the bugs on it, was shed like a layer of skin
Paralyzed all around
A new tree stood there shaking its newly stretched leaves
It looks even darker
It's still covered with bugs
Bugs of the past
Like the tree, it is replaced by the larvae that grow inside it
The process doesn't stop
It's been circulating
I don't know how long it took
Reciprocated a few times
Shedding bark and insects piled up like a hill all around
It slowly turned into black silt
The process is getting faster and faster
New trunks and bugs are constantly changing
It's like a fast-forward picture
It looks so weird
Until that moment
When it emitted that blinding black glow
There was no more chance
Dried from nature
The powder that evaporated in bursts of black gas turned into countless black powders dissipated
Everything stopped
The earth was restored to its appearance
In this tranquility, only this white fruit emitted a faint and gentle light.
(10) Redemption
Bursts of light from the white fruit
Wake him up from memory
Everything is so real
I forgot what I was going to do
The energy in his body was wasted with no time
He stood up and placed the two fruits side by side in front of his chest
Ready for everything
Gazing at these two white fruits
They're so beautiful
A halo of light surrounds them
Why is there a bit of a gloom in the middle?
A dark spot that should not exist
Through the gap between the two fruits, it shot into his eyes
What is that?
He stopped the merger of the two fruits and flew over
A man fell there
I don't know how long it has been
But he's not dead yet
The white fruit that was supposed to accompany him was no longer visible
Only a faint glow surrounded his body
If he died
He will turn into a white fruit
It all came too suddenly
The fruit cannot be split in two
Each combination is a one-off and becomes a perfect whole
After that, they can no longer be separated
"Give it to him, give it to him......"
There was only one voice swirling in his head
He couldn't 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
I watched everything in front of me gradually blur
My body is no longer so real
If you can see it
Is he now the same as the man who just lay on the ground?
Checkmate
Even then, he had no regrets
Things seem to be moving away from themselves
Maybe he's pulling away from things
Everything on the ground will no longer be clear
Only the silhouette remains
Then it smudged like paint
It's a patch of different colors
He's still on the rise
Look at yourself to become transparent body
He was so calm
Everything in the world is not colorful
The different patches of color blurred into pitch black
Eventually, all things will turn into the mud
Everything is gone
All that remains is the glimmer of light, gentleness, comfort, and serenity.