All possibilities suddenly opened up in all directions, but there was no noise, entanglement, or confusion. In the past, they were all in the senses, which was all " reality."
However, all of this " reality " seemed to not exist at all at this moment, or even never existed--or perhaps it did not matter whether they existed or not…
Soon, the 'truth' faded away, and everything returned to its original form-if there was one-which was a more primitive existence than all reality. There was no possibility of being described, and everything returned to its original pure…silence.
The silence was so perfect, so wonderful, and it had surpassed all possibilities. It should have never existed, but it seemed to have always been there…
All the senses had become absurd burdens in front of it, and the connection between the senses and the phenomenal world could no longer be found as a basis for its establishment. Even the so-called "reality" was just the same absurd fruit of this absurd connection.
Wait a minute, the " reality " seemed to have never been " real ", but the reason why it was so solid in the past was because the joint could not find any real pivot in this world without boundaries. Therefore, the reckless movements caused by the joint had no limit, just like the staggering caused by a misstep. However, this staggering happened in the void without a pivot, so there was no end, so it could no longer stop. And no matter how persistent or crazy it was, it could be realized in this world without boundaries or fulcrums. Thus, the 'truth' could become infinitely hard, infinitely heavy, and even so hard that crushing a soul was easier than crushing a dewdrop…
However, at this moment, in the land of the silent illumination, all the so-called 'reality' had begun to disappear. In this miraculous disappearance, everything that was once 'real' did not change in appearance at all. It just lost all its hardness and weight...
Just as all the possible dimensions of this world were gradually extinguished in the silence and turned into immeasurable subtlety, the only remaining budding movement in this dream-like void was reflected into an indescribable illusion. It was indistinct, swaying and floating, and in some impossible way, it was laid between two equally impossible objects-the world opposite and this self…
And so, a certain possibility appeared. That place had unknowingly become the entrance where " silence " was sucked into his coresense and perceived as " silence."
Once the entrance was created, the silence that had become 'silence' was no longer true silence. Moreover, the entrance had opened the door for all the ghosts that were originally impossible…
The warmth in his chest lit up time again.
At the moment when his senses were activated over time, an invisible fixed thought born from the nameless budding automatically perceived the heat as A'Jie, and this heat also nailed A'Jie back to the transcendental existence in a self-evident way. Thus," self " became the starting point for everything to be established again, and what he perceived replaced everything that had originally melted in silence, becoming everything that the world he was in could be to him.
And that silence, as if it was impossible for it to appear, disappeared without a trace in an instant. Unable to be the target, it was difficult for it to even leave a memory…
He could only leave Jason in this world where he seemed to have just left, but he could not find any evidence of his departure. He felt lost and lost…
His gaze inadvertently fell from the sky.
Eh? Why was the ground moving slowly?
Was it an illusion caused by the wind?
Upon closer inspection, he realized that there was no direct contact between his body and the grass.
Jason then realized that he was actually floating in the air. He was only half an arm's height from the ground, and he was slowly floating forward between the two wheel tracks.
Seeing this, Jason subconsciously flipped his body. He was not affected by gravity and immediately flipped over. He felt like an astronaut in space.
What was even stranger was that he was not surprised at all.
"Hey, you're flying. Isn't that amazing enough?”
Even with this reminder, his heart was still calm.
Since the so-called " sense of reality " of the real world could be dispelled, then there was nothing that could not be " real ". Wasn't the real world like this?
At the same time, Jason felt that his body, which had been exhausted from hunger and exhaustion, seemed to have recovered some strength. There was a faint wave of energy that was infiltrating his limbs and bones along with the warmth in his chest.
What was going on?
Jason found the changes in his body strange and interesting.
In this place, the world had already deviated from its original orbit. At this moment, Jason felt that a certain power that had been imprisoned for too long in the noisy world of the past and had fallen into a near-death hibernation had also been revived in this strange encounter.
Jason didn't know what this power was. He only knew that it was spiritual. It allowed this body, and even all creations, to return to their true origin.
It was also what soothed the hunger and fatigue of the body.
Under its silent baptism, even the veil over his eyes was slightly reduced, and everything in front of him and in his body, no matter what it was, became alive again.
This life was so different from the past, because what he sensed from it was not any object, but everything itself…
Jason couldn't remember the last time the world and his body appeared in this way, but it didn't matter anymore. Experiencing this strange feeling of rebirth was enough to make him forget everything.
At this moment, the space-walking made Jason feel like he was a UFO from outer space.
He turned around and looked down at the grass below, looking down at the countless grass passing by in front of him, like an endless forest.
Perhaps the aliens saw a similar scene when they came to the unopened Earth.
Was there some tiny life under the dense grass that was looking up at the huge thing flying over its head?
They, no, maybe they, could be some civilization in the future?
Before he could continue to think along this path, Jason suddenly felt that he was quite funny. This should be some kind of poison. Why did he have to make a grand narrative? If there were really those little lives that he regarded as the sprouts of future civilization, how much did it have to do with them now?
They had to run around for food and spend a lot of effort to get the right to mate, but no one knew when they would be blown away by a strong wind. They didn't know when a giant foot would descend from the sky and take their lives. They didn't know what other so-called intelligent creatures would label them with theories to manipulate their fate, or what kind of opinions they would label each other so that their fates would become more and more entangled. They didn't know what would happen in the next moment. Would it make all their previous operations go up in smoke…
They did not even know what would happen to them in the next moment, let alone the future of their descendants and even their species…
Jason couldn't help but sympathize with these little lives whose existence was uncertain.
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