In an instant, the body seemed to be torn apart, a great pain, meeting the heart, and the body could not move, as if it was a meat rope clinging to the coffin, fixing the heavy coffin.

It was only a few seconds, but I felt like I was even breathing and I lost all consciousness all at once.

With a series of sounds, I threw myself into the darkness, and the coffin and the chain were pressed down together.

The moment I came back to my senses, I hurriedly gasped for air, and then I felt the chains in my hands loosen. As my huge, heavy body descended into the darkness, I instinctively approached the coffin.

But the chains quickly relaxed, and I continued to pull and pull, but to no avail, and then immediately gave up.

Between the lightning and flint, I burst out with a great desire to survive, groping around the coffin, supporting the strength of my whole body on my hands and feet, so that I could stick to the coffin and fix it tightly with the coffin.

Falling from a height of more than three meters, with the coffin on my body, I really don't know how to convince myself that I can survive.

However, the more this happened, the more we were able to burst out with great strength, and when I saw the ground so close in front of my eyes, I closed my eyes violently, and supported the weight of my body with all my might, preventing the great force from falling, and the pressure that came from the coffin when it fell to the ground.

This time, my body's functions were completely stretched to the limit, and within a few seconds of landing safely, my whole body seemed to be shattered, and my ears buzzed.

In addition to the sound of the coffin falling down just now, it was because of the falling trend of the coffin, the huge pressure pressed me down in the coffin.

Although I tried my best to stop it, the force was too great in the end, and several layers of skin were rubbed out of my arms because of the impact of the force.

When I let go weakly, my hands felt as if they had been fried, and the bloody skin cracked.

I endure the pain, but how do I have to endure this pain, maybe I should clench my fists and rush out of here with a breath.

However, the surroundings were completely surrounded by a blurry black mist, and in the last consciousness only heard the cry of a black cat, which was poignant and long, as if it had passed through all the darkness.

Everything eventually returned to dust, and I lay in the dust, but what was still thinking in my heart?

Thinking about living, thinking about the chains that can't trap you, and thinking about the people at the end of the darkness.

Maybe I didn't think about anything, I was so tired that I should have taken a break even without those chains.

As I fell asleep, I was suddenly woken up by a tingling sensation, and when I looked up, I couldn't see anything, and my hands ached more and more.

Leaning my arm closer, I gritted my teeth and sat up in the coffin that had been detained, looked at the bleeding that had slowly stopped, and immediately went to the backpack to fumble again, and after a while, I felt the first aid kit from inside.

After opening it, I first found the bandage, carefully wiped it near the wound, and after getting the skin off the top, I went to get the white medicine.

But when I sprinkled the medicine, I felt a heart-piercing pain hit me, and I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Endured the pain and sprinkled the powder on the wound, and then carefully wrapped the bandage around the arm, but did not feel too hard to touch, for fear that the wound would collapse again.

After handling one hand, I looked at the other arm again, which was relatively less serious, but also bled a lot.

When he looked down again, he saw a faint flashlight coming from the crack in the coffin.

By that bit of light, you could see the blood on the ground, and the dust that had fallen from the coffin, and I didn't know if the dust was on the ground or in the coffin.

Lying in this dark space, although I can barely move, without the restraints just now, I still feel a little oppressed.

I first broke my body free from the loose chains, and then tried to use my back to carry the coffin, but after a long time, it didn't work, because I was not strong enough to open the coffin.

Even if you try your best to make a gap, it's only a few centimeters or so, and after a little relaxation, it's back to the same place.

But fortunately, there is a circle of concave and convex patterns on the edge of the coffin, which allows some gaps to allow light to enter and air to circulate.

After a few attempts, I finally leaned against the wall of the coffin weakly, looking at the chains that I had taken off, I really don't know what force had brought me here.

If it's an illusion, why am I the only one here, and I'm the only one suffering from this sin, what is this called?

Gasping for breath, I looked back at the blood on the ground, and at the wrapped arms, and at the chains.

When I looked at this, I had mixed feelings, and I didn't know whether to scream and ask for help outside, hoping that others would hear and come to my rescue, or just be silent, or find a way from the inside.

After regaining some strength, I began to shout loudly for help, but after a few screams, it felt like the sound was only echoing here, and my ears were ringing.

But the answer that I am waiting for is delayed, and I don't know what happened to them, if such a big movement fails to wake them up, I'm afraid things will be in trouble.

Even though I thought so, I still didn't want to give up, and when I searched the ground and saw the chains, I suddenly remembered something, and immediately looked along the chains, but I saw only a broken chain.

I don't want such a hard chain to be broken by such a smash, but if it wasn't broken by the coffin, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get out of it.

After thinking about it, things were also mixed, I reluctantly went to the backpack to grope again, I was going to look for a flashlight, but after looking for a long time, I only found a few glow sticks.

I took out one, and I eagerly folded the light out of it, and immediately looked around, searching the inside of the coffin.

The light wasn't very bright, but it was good enough to illuminate the small space here.

Like a torch, I held it above my head, and then the light came up and looked at the mural on it.

The pictures were so large that I couldn't understand what they were when I looked at them, but after I made them look closely, I realized what was being painted on them.

In the light, the first thing I saw were two rings, and I thought they were spheres at first, but after looking at them for a while, I realized that they were just rings.

And the combination of these two rings is like a cup, the one on top is big, the one on the bottom is small, but both are in parallel positions.

And between these two rings, there seems to be some kind of connection, and after I carefully distinguish them, I found that the common denominator between them is those triangular points.

Those things were like oracle bones, densely spaced, interspersed between two rings.

I studied it and counted it again, but I couldn't figure out how many there were.

Looking around along these two rings, the lower ones were originally very small, but they showed a tendency to spread around them, extending out dozens of them.

But because of the original angle on the mural, the rings that later extended became more and more blurred, until they disappeared completely.

Looking up again, I saw that near the ring above, there were two spheres, one large and one small, but the depiction of this sphere was a little abrupt, because of the angle, I thought it was also a ring at first, but after careful identification, I realized that it was a sphere.

The rings above these two balls (let's call them the celestial rings) are the central axis and begin to form a revolution.

In order to distinguish the trajectory of this revolution, the mural adopts the method of virtual painting, interlacing the shadow of an individual, but there is also a gap between the two spheres, but the distance between the two spheres is constantly stretched in the law of revolution until they overlap.

The two spheres, like two clocks, move on each other's trajectories, moving along their own timelines.

And the celestial ring also supports this balance, but in this case, taking the trajectory of the imaginary drawing as an example, it actually forms two other rings, which were not visible before, and what is needed is our observation.

Time? Celestial body? And the earth?

This is my perception of them, and my eyes follow these images, and they seem to be an ancient and simple astrological chart.

Heaven and earth are two circles, the cycle repeats, echoing each other from afar, looking at the earth with oneself, checking oneself and knowing the sky, if this is humane, the length of the common understanding, distinguish its law, and seek its time.

Looking down at the figure, I also found a text written in small seals.

Write on; The shimmer of the sky, the stars, the distance of the earth, pregnant with all beings.

Born with a way, for people to think of peace, to seek heaven and earth, to check the stars and self, the great of people, to see in the eyes of the eye, the heart of thought, the sound of touch.

All living beings are cloudy, the vast land is on one side, one side is full of sky, and every inch of earth.

If you draw a long sky, you should go down to the earth, know the square and seek the circle, all living beings are one phase, one phase is a thousand lives, a day is ten thousand sounds, a long time is endless, and the heart is obsessed.

If the heart is in the sea, the heavens and the earth can be seen, and in the eyes, there is a person, which may or may not be visible.

The upper circle is circled, and the circumference is done, the upward circle number is the anniversary, the downward circle number is the week, the person checks a night, and the set is a first.

When the double circle is stacked, the Yuan Jia twelve, the birth of one eye, hanging down.

The content of this passage can also explain the painting in front of him, which is supposed to be a record of a skywatcher, and it is also an early humanistic phenomenon, both for oneself and for the outside world.

The vast universe, if you simplify it, then what you see and think of is ahead of your time at the level of that time.