I'm trapped in a cube

The old finger worm kept touching Mo Ling, trying its best to tell the beauty of this world, but Mo Ling felt that its strength was getting weaker and weaker, and the language of touch was becoming more and more unclear.

In the end, Mo Ling could no longer understand the old finger worm's meaning. He could only feel that the old finger worm was constantly touching him, just like when the old finger worm pulled him out of the sea of ​​blood at the beginning.

The jelly-like body finally collapsed softly.

"Dead."

"Corpse."

"Ice cold."

This was the first time Mo Ling touched "death", and he really felt the meaning of this word.

In the language of finger worms, if you want to express the word "death" to other finger worms, you have to hit the other's head hard.

But now, although there are no other finger worms touching him, he can feel that his head has been hit hard.

"So, death is something that can be touched?"

Mo Ling rubbed the dead old finger worm with his head, and the pain in his head was slightly relieved.

"Sadness."

It was still the same, as soft as jelly, but motionless...

The companion who led the way also slowly entangled with him. This companion had been playing very crazy, but now, it was rare to be quiet, leaning on the old finger worm, quietly feeling death.

Just like that, a long time passed...

...

"I want to go out."

After burying the body of the old finger worm, Mo Ling said goodbye to his companions. He decided to follow the old finger worm's last wish and touch the world in person.

"It's dangerous outside." The companions were very worried and kept admonishing Mo Ling.

But he had already made up his mind. Before the old finger worm died, he was still sighing at the beauty of the world, which meant that it must be worth it to walk out of this cave.

After saying goodbye to his companions, Mo Ling walked out of the cave without hesitation.

When the warm light shone on Mo Ling, he felt the beauty of this world for the first time.

The warm heat penetrated into his heart along his body, as if something was hugging him. He had only experienced such a hug from his companions. Unexpectedly, he could feel such warmth just by walking outside the cave.

"Is this the sunshine? Invisible, warm, soft..."

Mo Ling realized that the old finger worm had not lied to him.

In the language of finger worms, to express the word "sunshine", you need to give the other party a deep hug. When two finger worms are completely entangled, it represents sunshine.

Mo Ling immediately understood why the action of expressing sunshine is a warm hug.

Because the first finger worm that touched the sunshine felt the warm hug just like he did now.

Mo Ling stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time. He felt a little unreal. For the first time, those illusory words were truly felt by him.

"It turns out that the soil embraced by the sun is warm."

"The stone embraced by the sun is also warm."

"Will the sun make everything warm?"

This is something his companions did not tell him. Mo Ling also understood that these things can only be known by personal experience.

Finger worms that have never felt the sun cannot truly understand it.

They also don't know that the sun will make other things warm.

"Only by truly touching this world can you truly understand it."

At this moment, Mo Ling believed in the words of the old finger worm.

He walked forward slowly and touched the flowers and grass bathed in the sun.

Mo Ling found that every flower and grass was different.

Like finger worms, every flower and grass is special. Their petals and leaves have their own veins, and their tough rhizomes also have unique bending angles. Each one is different and unique.

Just knowing the words "flowers" and "grass" is completely incapable of understanding this beauty. The world has never been single. Even "leaves" are big and small, long and short, and even have sharp serrations.

Mo Ling was injured. He was cut by the sharp leaves, but he was not afraid at all.

He touched the danger, which also proved that this is the real world.

The road that Mo Ling walked formed a detailed map in his mind, and the map recorded everything he touched.

This is much bigger than the cave, but it is only a small part of the world.

After touching more things, Mo Ling continued to walk into the distance...

When the familiar words became real touches, Mo Ling knew what the predecessors who created the words had experienced personally.

Bending the joints to form a slope that goes up first and then down, this represents "mountain", because this is what a mountain looks like, you have to climb to a very high place, and then climb down carefully from the highest point.

That action can't express the majesty of the "mountain" at all. Only after experiencing the mountain in person can you truly feel the meaning of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Ling also felt "clouds" and "storms" in person.

Mo Ling had never been able to distinguish these two words before, because their actions were the same, both using the edge of the body to scrape.

After experiencing it personally, Mo Ling realized that the strength of the two was completely different.

"Mist" will gently caress the edge of the body, soft and wet, completely opposite to the feeling brought by the sun, making the body feel a little cold, but when the mist passes, the sun will fall again, and the body will feel warmer.

"Storm" is a bit scary, it will pull the body madly, and the wet raindrops will hit him directly, chaotic and violent, he can only hold the ground tightly, and wait for the storm to pass, and everything will stop.

The sun falls again, when the warmth embraces Mo Ling again, the coldness on his body will be instantly dispelled, the wet water gradually disappears, and takes away the dirt on his body.

The real world is not a series of illusory words, these things are completely combined together, becoming a real feeling, engraved in Mo Ling's mind.

As Mo Ling walked, he encountered a beach, the fine and warm sand gently caressed his body, making him feel extremely peaceful.

However, all this was shattered by the sudden waves.

"This is the sea!"

In the language of finger insects, standing up and suddenly rushing towards each other represents "sea", which is their most intuitive feeling about the sea.

Sudden waves and beatings from the sky, when encountering these things, it means encountering the sea.

"Can't go forward anymore, change direction."

The sea is different from the storm, the sea will not stop, and the beating will continue forever.

There is no way, Mo Ling can only turn around and walk in another direction...