I'm trapped in a cube

"It's time without sunshine again..."

Sunshine doesn't always exist. Warmth can only last for a period of time. When the sun disappears, the earth will become colder and colder. The cold wind blows through Mo Ling's body, and a trace of chill penetrates into his heart.

Whenever the sun disappears, Mo Ling's body will become a little stiff, and when the bones in his body curl up, they will be more sluggish than when it is warm.

When it is too cold, his body will tremble unconsciously, which can make him a little warmer, but it also makes his movements slower.

This piece of land seems to be a little desolate. Mo Ling walked for a long time and didn't find anything to touch. The ground is full of sharp sand. Those flowers and plants that were originally everywhere have not been touched for a long time.

After the body became colder, the sense of touch became extremely sensitive. The sharp sand scratched him painfully, and Mo Ling had to slow down.

However, after he slowed down, he felt that the sand under him was actually vibrating slightly.

"What is this?"

Mo Ling had never felt this way before, and there was no record of this in the knowledge that the old finger worm passed on to him before his death.

The sand is moving, is it because the earth is moving?

Mo Ling stopped where he was, quietly feeling the vibration.

The vibration became more and more intense, and the sand kept sinking. Mo Ling was even more confused. He had never encountered such a situation before, and he didn't know whether to continue moving forward or stop and wait.

Will this be like a storm, which will end after a while, or like the sea, which will never stop?

Mo Ling was a little worried, but more excited.

He finally felt something different. The previous feelings were recorded in words, but the strange vibration he felt now had no words to describe it.

In other words, he could be the creator of this word.

But why is this word not recorded?

Has no finger worm felt this kind of vibration?

Or...

"All the finger worms that felt this vibration died..."

Mo Ling suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. During his journey, he knew a lot of things and touched many words that only had concepts, but he had never encountered the danger that the old finger worm said.

Mo Ling remembered very clearly that the old finger worm once said:

"Touching the world will touch the danger."

Could it be that this vibration is a danger that is difficult to avoid?

"Is this... a disaster?"

Just thinking about it, the vibration suddenly intensified, and the sand under him also surged. The unstable sand layer collapsed instantly, swallowing Mo Ling into the cold sea of ​​sand. When the cold and sharp sand surrounded him, he realized belatedly that he was trapped in a disaster.

"Will I die?"

Mo Ling did not want to die. He had not told his companions everything he had touched, and had not felt a more beautiful world.

He did not want to become a cold corpse like the old finger worm.

The speed of finger worms to understand the world is slow and difficult, but this makes the beauty of the world more precious.

The things he touched made Mo Ling's mind more expansive, and he became more eager to touch more.

"There are still many things I haven't touched..."

The sand became more and more crowded, and Mo Ling had completely sunk into the sea of ​​sand.

These sharp sands gave him a "hug" that was completely different from the sun, and it was also an embrace that could bring death. When the pressure of the sand reached the critical value, Mo Ling would be completely crushed.

"I don't want to die."

In this continuous vibration, Mo Ling felt the jump of each grain of sand. The sand scraped across his body and the wrinkles on his body, sharp, mean, and vicious...

Mo Ling touched the malice of the world, but it made him calmer.

Those malice broke through the shackles of his mind, and he remembered something at this moment.

His fingertips gently touched the rolling sand waves, and a huge cube-shaped hole suddenly surrounded all the sand touched by Mo Ling.

A cool breeze blew, and there was only a deep pit in the shape of a cube left where Mo Ling was swallowed. He shook the sand on his body and bounced out of the pit in time before the sand pit collapsed.

The vibration covered again, and the sand pit was swallowed up by the surrounding quicksand again.

"I escaped from the disaster?" Mo Ling still couldn't believe it. Just now in the crisis, he seemed to have accidentally triggered something, but after the crisis, he forgot the feeling just now.

It seemed to be some kind of instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm engraved in his subconscious.

Mo Ling didn't have time to recall at this moment. He had to avoid these sinking quicksands. With the experience of being swallowed by the sand sea before, Mo Ling also understood the principle of this disaster.

Those vibrations will cause the sand to sink. The greater the weight of the sand, the faster it will sink, so he was trapped just now.

And the way to deal with this disaster is...

Mo Ling curled up his body, and then bounced up instantly like he just jumped out of the sand pit, and jumped to another place in the sand sea.

Before the sand collapsed, he jumped up again and jumped to another place.

In this way, the vibration continued, and Mo Ling kept jumping around in the sand. Although the body of the finger worm was very fragile, it was very energetic. When Mo Ling was in the cave, he often played bouncing games with his companions. He didn't expect that it would come in handy now.

Finally, Mo Ling felt the vibration begin to subside, and the sand sea stopped collapsing, so he slowed down the frequency of bouncing.

After the vibration disappeared, he landed on the sand sea again, and this time, the sand stopped collapsing.

"Success, I escaped from the disaster!"

Mo Ling was extremely scared. He didn't expect that the disaster that the old finger worm said was so terrible. No wonder no finger worm could survive the disaster.

Although he survived this disaster, fear gradually surged into Mo Ling's heart.

"As long as you continue to touch the world, you will definitely die." This thought appeared in Mo Ling's mind again. Only then did he understand why those finger worm predecessors gave up exploration and hid back in the cave.

Everything ahead is unknown. Although the world is beautiful, it is also terrible. They can only touch this world clumsily. When real danger and disaster come, they have no ability to deal with it.

Weak, so escape.

This is the right way to survive.

Those finger worms who have no self-knowledge are heretics.

The desire for knowledge is a poison. Touching this world without any defense will only lead to death.

The despair that those predecessors had felt came upon Mo Ling.

"I have escaped this disaster, but what about the next one?"

Fear spread throughout Mo Ling's body. It was something colder than the wind and sand, making his whole body stiff and unable to move...