On the day of his coma, the sun was particularly intense, 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!