That endless black hole, it has always existed, but not everyone has it, maybe there are objects with higher civilizations that can think of ways to restrain it, but for most of us, especially in a chaotic world like this, it is difficult for us to control it.

It won't destroy the world, but it can end us, because our limited life expectancy is between 100 and 150 years, but how many of us can live to that age now?

Black holes will spread, but none of us can completely close ourselves off, because the only one that can survive independently is this world.

We can't do it, because we are afraid of the dark, because we are afraid of loneliness, and we can always find some extra time in our bodies to volatilize, but this extra time, only a little bit.

When we feel bored in this little bit of time, we will crave to touch something else, but once the attention is gone, it will form a huge vortex that will absorb our time inward.

Faced with all this carefully, but we had to rest, and we had to make our minds active in order to be more energetic.

Black holes bind us and set us free, creating and changing overlapping, where there may be endless traps or countless hopes.

Through the darkness, it is a whirlpool, but also a new life, which makes us forget our original and redraw ourselves, and for the huge individual, this small destruction and rebirth becomes a growth experience.

It carries the tears in our eyes when we regret each other, and also accepts the memories one by one.

This is what we have to face, what we have to accept, and what we have to contend with, because it will become the Satan of childhood, and it will be the demon of "gentleness" that robs us of our cherished hearts and beliefs.

Walking on such a bumpy road, we need to endure some temptations, but also be careful of some traps, people who can walk through it, naturally worthy of pride, but when you look back, don't forget that there were also babbling children around you, unable to extricate themselves into it.

The black hole here is very big, and I look at the patterns, at the light and darkness around me, and at that corner, like a cloud in the sky, like a layer of wind on the cloud, as if it were about to leave, gradually gathering and dissipating.

Staring into the abyss in the darkness, I waited for an answer from the abyss, but it was quiet, as if it never ended.

Searching there, my flashlight finally left the giant spire, as if I saw the axis of a planet, constantly moving forward.

The thing seemed to rotate and elongate until I started looking in other directions, and I found some ornaments in front of the stone wall, in addition to the patterns.

The light hit it, and it reflected a faint bit of light, and I thought it should be some metal work. Glancing back at the Masked Man, he was still reverently chanting something.

I thought to myself, anyway, there is a lot of space here, so I might as well look around by myself, and the patterns around me are also very weird, so it is difficult for me to concentrate my thoughts.

As I walked, I realized that the distance seemed to be due to the patterns around me, which made me misjudge.

I felt that it was not far away, but when I walked, it was a long distance, and I felt that it was almost there, but when I looked up, there was still some distance.

I can make it clear that this is not due to my impatience, but when I look back at the masked man, I still only see his back, and he is still as close to me as I was.

I was a little puzzled, and finally stopped, and shone on the ground with a flashlight, and sure enough, I found something wrong, because the ground is not flat, but has a slope, but the angle is not large, so it is difficult to be noticed.

He shone in front of him again, and saw that the ground under the light was the same.

It turns out that as I go deeper into it, the space is getting bigger and bigger, and I originally thought that the ground inside would be flattened, but I didn't expect it to just shrink the angle, giving people an illusion, and it seems that there is no change along the way, but in fact, the changes here are happening at the edge.

When I looked back, I realized that the surrounding buildings were small on the outside and large on the inside, and when I shone along the ground, the ground of the entire stone cave was taken into view.

On the curved ground, the angle was reduced little by little as the space expanded, and even became the same as peace.

After glancing at the masked man again, I finally gave up bothering him and walked towards the stone wall by myself.

As I got closer, I looked at the ground, and when I got closer, I noticed that there were several half-human-tall statues there, all metal, reflecting bits and pieces of light under the flashlight.

Under the halo, I saw that they were animals, but they were all anthropomorphized, the beasts of the mountains stood up, and the birds of the jungle gathered together.

Backed by this stone wall, those animals resemble humans, and all kinds of types and identities are represented by the animals they see.

The fierce and terrifying appearance, the scheming expression, and the active individual often wander in front of us, but it is difficult for us to notice.

They are industrious bees and ants that can be found everywhere, but they are often disagreed by too many of them and eventually eliminated from the food chain.

Under the law of survival of the fittest, they are doomed to failure, because they cannot be gathered together to form individuals.

Looking at them, it is also like looking at ourselves, which makes people feel familiar, as if they have also become our spiritual sustenance, but we don't know how to accept it and change it.

They were all around us, each in its own form, but in the end they all merged together and became a huge jungle world.

Just as I was looking at those things, I suddenly felt a sound that was just right.

It seemed to be the footsteps of some small creature, or it was constantly digging into the ground.

The world I had just created was shattered by this sound, and it brought me back to my senses.

The place became empty again, and I looked around, only to see the figure of the masked man not far away, and beyond that, there was a huge stone wall.

Here, it's just me and him, but the source of that voice is definitely not from any one of us.

It was between us, and I felt that the voice was closing in on me, and the distance was getting closer.

I suddenly became nervous, and first called out to the masked man, warning him that there might be something strange here, but the other person didn't say a word, still with his back to me.

Maybe it was too far away for it to hear, I thought, and immediately withdrew my gaze again, and looked at the little metal ones first, and the sound probably didn't come from them.

After a moment's hesitation, I finally took a step back, and the uneasiness in my heart brought another layer of fog, and those little things also seemed to grow a pair of gloomy eyes, watching my every move.

As I stepped back, I looked at the animals, which intuitively showed the most primitive appearance of human beings, but in this way they seemed to be constantly changing, overlapping, as if receiving the most unstable signal, intermittent, and could disappear at any time.

But what does it mean to disappear? I don't know, the only thing I know is to face them directly, or to real people, they are more direct and clear.

Darkness is a way to hide them, but also a way to find yourself, I looked left and right, and finally I didn't find the voice.

But as I continued to move forward, I found a larger, darker space, where there were still large patches of patterns on the stone walls, but the original small structures in the patterns seemed to be getting bigger.

Then I felt like I was walking into the darkness, but the voice was like a cunning mouse, messing around in my ears.

The flashlight flickered, and I saw a small shadow swishing and flying in front of me, and then I quickly chased after it, but saw a door.

Yes, it was a door, but that door was very abrupt, and it was not the door we walked through when we came, because it was not circular, but polygonal.

Hesitantly, I tried to push it, and I saw that the door was opened by me with such a push.

Immediately took a step back, I felt that it was dark behind the door, there was no end in sight, and it was completely different from the door before I came?

I immediately turned around and looked at the masked man, but strange things happened, because under the flashlight, the figure that was still there just now was gone.

Suddenly there was silence, and I turned around and walked away, running back in the same direction, and at the same time, I quickly shook the flashlight to the left and right, but all I could see was the wide stone wall here.

I shouted, but I was scolding myself in my heart, I had nothing to do and walked around, I was really afraid of something!

However, only my voice echoed here, but there was no answer, quiet, only silence was left here, as if I had never been alone.

Damn it! I didn't give up, and immediately ran towards the spire of the stone cave, and when I walked through it completely, I found that it was empty, and the masked man just now really disappeared out of thin air.

I reminded myself with reason not to think about it like this, and immediately turned around and looked at the round door behind me, but what I saw shocked me.

The door was opened, and the masked man was gone, but why didn't he call me when he left?

Puzzled, I immediately rejected the idea, and when I looked back, I accidentally saw a string of white footprints in the flashlight.

Yes, it was white, but I knew that it couldn't have been left by the Masked Man, and first of all he didn't have anything white on his shoes.

Secondly, the direction in which the footsteps extended was not backward, towards the door, but the opposite, towards the spire in front.