He saw the yellow sand swept up by the wind, floated into the air, and suddenly flew over and struck him in the face.

The goggles made the sound of being hit by grains of sand, and he instinctively closed his eyes, his body making the reflex to cough, but he couldn't, breathing was the only activity he could do at the moment.

The blood in the whole body slowed down, and the temperature slowly began to recede from the extremities, and the cold approached the heart. The heart beats slowly, processing the last bit of oxygen from the lungs, and the brain slows down, and the eyes can't open anymore.

Deepening cold...... He thought that he would not be able to wait for another sunrise, and that sight would never be forgotten for him, and if he could, he would like to see it again.

He sank into the chaotic depths, cold, silent, and confused.

His body curled up in the barren land, getting smaller and smaller.

……

Human voices. Someone, talking.

Someone, back and forth around him, drove the change of the air current, the dim swaying light, and the sporadic words entered his ear drums.

It was hot, he was like roasting in a blazing flame, he wanted water, but he couldn't make a sound.

Someone gathered around him, turning his body, and there were shadows all around, something wet and cool touched his body, and water dripped into his mouth, and he drank greedily.

Someone was talking, the voice was dense, someone was shaking him. His fingers were slightly closed.

There were footsteps coming, shadows, breaths approaching, but he was still lying in the chaos, unable to break free.

He sank again......

I don't know how long it has been.

But he floated up again and again, and did not sink forever.

Finally, one day, he saw a ray of light.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Stone. Above his head, one by one, the ground was stacked.

He rolled his eyes and looked to the side, it was still stone, stretching from the top of his head to the ground, a room made of stone.

The room is not large, it is square all around, and the roof is curved. He lay on one side of the room, and beneath him was a stone platform that made up a bed. He felt some weight on his body, and when he looked down, the lead wire cloak was over his body.

He was not wearing a rubber mask, and there was a quiet sound of water in the room, and when he looked up, he saw a stone trough at his feet, and there was water in it, and bubbles were constantly bubbling out.

The walls opposite him were crawling with plants. Yes, plants, large and small, plants of all shapes.

There was a bag hanging on the wall beside him, and something was flying in it, glowing with fireflies. He relaxed his body and looked up again, and it looked like a cottage in a prehistoric fairy tale.

Someone pushed the door panel, walked in, saw him, suddenly dropped the things in his hand and ran out, shouting: "Shaman, Shaman!" ”

He heard footsteps coming quickly. So, he saw her and walked in.

She wasn't quite what he remembered, in fact, it was the first time he had seen her in full detail.

She still had long reddish-brown hair, she wore a short dress and a short skirt, she didn't wear those big mechanical boots, she was bare-legged, and from her calves to her feet were a pair of shoes made of rope. She looked even more petite.

She came to his side, and he saw her childish, somewhat indifferent face, except that the skin on this face was dark and rough, with many spots on the sides of the bridge of the nose.

She looked at him with golden eyes, but there was no expression on her face, "Awake?" ”

His Adam's apple moved, trying to open his mouth, but he wasn't ready to speak.

"It's fine." She said, and walked away.

His eyes followed her, and he wanted to ask her, where was this.

She seemed to understand and said, "This is my room." ”

His eyes fell, and he didn't know what kind of look to give to the words. She brought a bowl made of clay and said, "Do you want to drink water?" ”

He thought for a moment and nodded.

But she called out, called the girl who had just come in, handed her the bowl, and said to her, "Give him water." ”

He watched as Shaman walked out without looking back.

The girl who was called in had the same dark, rough skin as the sand man, and

With long fluffy hair, his face was much more plain, without the childish, elf-like face of Sha Man.

The girl raised his head high, and a clay spoon reached to his mouth. He hesitated, trying to open his mouth. He tried to raise his hand, but he couldn't move.

He felt the girl's gaze move from the spoon to his face, as if looking at something new, and he looked at the girl, and the girl's eyes drooped.

Soon after, he fell back into a deep sleep until later that day, when he woke up again.

Ryan woke up to see Sandman with his back to him, tidying up the plants on the wall. She plucked the yellowed leaves, removed the withered ones, and replanted them with new ones.

The leaves of those plants are mostly dark, dark green or purple, not as fresh and green as large-leaved grasses, and the leaves are also small, but they are arranged in close proximity and look vibrant. A ray of sunlight came in through the crack in the window, hitting the plants and the sandman.

He saw her stand on tiptoe, shove the plant into the crevice of the stone, and fill it with dirt. She was still wearing a short skirt, showing off her delicate waist and legs, and he looked at the height of her head to the ground, and estimated that she was about 150 cm tall based on the size of the stone beside her.

The average height of the women in the Ark should be more than 180cm.

She turned back in the light, saw him, and said, "Awake? He laughed and said, "Wake up." ”

She walked over and said, "Can you speak?" ”

He nodded. He had tried to move his body, but he couldn't.

She sat down on a table next to his bed and said, "Why did you run out?" ”

"Why didn't you erase my memory?"

"You're going to die, you know?"

"You deliberately didn't clear it, did you?"

She looked at him and clasped her hands to her chest, "You answer my question first." ”

He shook his head, as if to say to himself, "Death is nothing, it's really nothing, compared to ......"

"Compared to what?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

She stood up and said, "I just, I don't want to waste a pill." With that, he walked out.

He heard a man's voice outside the door, sounding like the strong man who wanted to kill him last time. "He's awake? ＂

"Hmm." Shaman said.

"Let me see." The man's footsteps moved, and then stopped, "—what, don't let me in?" ”

"Sleep again." Shaman said.

"Okay, so what are you going to do with him?"

"I don't know."

"I think it's better to send it back."

"How do you send it?"

"Then what do you say, just keep it in your room?"

"I'll think again."

"Why should you care about such a tropical fish?"

He heard Sha Man's footsteps walking away, as if he was walking a little farther, but she probably lacked understanding of the hearing of the Preferred One, and he heard her words clearly, and she said, "Wu Wei, have you forgotten what that man, his father, did to us?" ”