I'm trapped in a cube

Mo Ling had always been confused.

He felt that his memory was blocked. Except for running out of the forest, he had forgotten everything before.

He always felt that he was not an earfly, and that this body was a little strange, but the instinct of the earfly had been driving him to help his companions and keep running in the cave.

Mo Ling also told the survivor about his doubts. The survivor told him that it might be that when he was in the forest, he could not bear the sound of the war, which affected his memory.

Although he was always confused, Mo Ling never rested.

He kept training the language of predatory birds and testing the sound propagation of various locations in the cave. When he was tired, he went to the beach to listen to the sound of the waves.

The waves beat on the rocks on the shore, cutting out long gullies, and the gullies were crawling with all kinds of weak creatures. They lived in these gullies safely and without worries. Their simple wisdom did not realize that the disaster was coming.

Mo Ling was very fortunate that although the earflies were very weak physically, they were intelligent enough, at least they had a clear understanding of the world:

Sound comes from vibration, and the world is also vibrating.

The chief of the cave tribe told Mo Ling that the world is active.

And "activity" is manifested in various vibrations.

The activity of the sea is manifested in the sound of waves, the activity of the air is manifested in the sound of wind, and the rain falls on the ground, making a rustling sound. This is the common activity of the sky and the earth...

In the entire world that earflies know, the activity of living beings is the most powerful.

Because compared to those simple natural things, living beings can create more colorful sounds. With the interaction between living beings and natural things, beautiful sounds are constantly transmitted, and the activity of all things is also stimulated.

Even if it is a small insect, it will make different sounds when it touches stones, leaves, and sand.

This is the characteristic of living beings. They can interpret different sounds and stimulate the hidden activity of this world.

No matter how small the creatures are, they are all very special in the earfly's perception, because the sounds they make are special.

Although the sounds are loud or small, regular or chaotic, and the amplitude and frequency are different, they are all unique. After appreciating these unique sounds, the earfly is full of awe for this world.

During this period, Mo Ling listened carefully to the sounds of the world around him, and the confusion in his heart gradually dissipated.

In the chaotic sounds, the creatures took on a role of rectifying the chaos, creating rules in the chaos, and finding peace in the turmoil.

And what the earflies are doing is to make everything move towards rules.

Mo Ling doesn't know how to explain this feeling.

"A responsibility? Or a destiny?"

When you stick to a certain path, confusion will be swept away, and the noise around you will quiet down...

The sound of the waves is no longer surging, the sound of water drops is no longer repeated, and the voice of the heart is no longer noisy. They all become the background and become part of the world...

When his thoughts gradually calmed down, Mo Ling slowly floated back to the cave from the coast.

"Where have you been? Come and test the new point with me." The survivor said hurriedly.

Without waiting for Mo Ling to answer, it hurriedly took Mo Ling to the depths of the cave...

While flying, Mo Ling asked: "Do you often feel that the sounds around you are very noisy?"

This is also the reason why Mo Ling often falls into confusion. The earfly's hearing is too rich, and the information received is too much, so the thoughts will become flustered, and often have wild thoughts, and confusion is born from this.

"Of course." The survivor answered seriously.

"We have been enduring the noise of this world since we were born, when we were newborns."

"At that time, any slightly noisy sound would hurt our bodies, but didn't we adapt to it?"

"At first, I felt that the wind was noisy, the rain was noisy, and the leaves were noisy..."

"Later, I slowly adapted and realized that this was how the world was, but new noises came..."

"Thunder, sandstorms, earthquakes... These sounds can easily destroy us, but we slowly adapted to them and transformed what we felt into our understanding of the world. The more we feel, the wider the world becomes, and our wisdom grows."

"But at this time, there will be new noises coming, and the noise around us is endless, and it seems that we can never calm down..."

At this point, the survivor suddenly stopped moving forward and hung in the air.

It seemed to be thinking about something, and it seemed that it was not sure about its words, and was struggling with the right words.

Just like that, the survivors were stunned for a long time...

After a while, the familiar buzzing sound came again:

"When you hear more, you will understand..."

"This world is noisy."

...

A long time passed.

The world is still noisy, but Mo Ling is no longer so confused.

He followed the other ear flies and perfected the battle plan step by step.

Finally one day, the ear flies outside scouting brought an extremely exciting news: the flock of predatory birds was heading towards the coast.

Not only that, judging from the number of birds detected, the flock has not fully recovered. Although there are still many birds, they are not as terrifying as when they first entered the forest.

The chief immediately ordered to prepare for battle and wait for the arrival of the flock of predators.

A few days later, the familiar bird calls reached the beach.

The sound of countless flapping wings passed through the entrance of the cave and was detected by the keen hearing of the ear flies.

Soon, the first predator entered the cave.

These ferocious predators knew very well that there was a lot of food in the cave. At the junction of the sea water and the cave, there were all kinds of fresh blood and meat for them to feast on.

There was the first one, and there was the second one. These greedy predators would not let their companions monopolize the food. They crowded together and rushed into the cave. Even if their companions were squeezed to the edge of the cave and cut into pieces by the sharp rocks, they didn't care.

While devouring their companions' bodies, they rushed into the narrower gap frantically.

The blood made them even crazier. These predatory birds kept flapping their wings and making fierce screams. Anything that blocked their feeding would be torn to pieces.

Countless predatory birds were squeezed into the narrow crack of the cave. Unable to fly any further, they stepped on their companions with their sharp claws, pierced their companions' bodies, and squeezed themselves deeper.

It was another scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere. More and more predatory birds were squeezed in the narrow place, and even the hard rock wall was squeezed out of the crack. Perhaps soon, the predatory birds would squeeze through this crack and go deeper.

At this moment, a shrill bird cry came, constantly echoing in the cave.

This bird cry was extremely penetrating, and instantly covered all the predatory birds squeezed in front of the crack.

After hearing this bird cry, the predatory birds immediately stopped squeezing forward and began to attack their companions around them.

The slow-reacting predator was torn to pieces by its companions. In an instant, countless sharp beaks and claws flashed by, and a melee ensued...