I'm trapped in a cube

Mo Ling had never been so relaxed.

He felt like he was lying on a bed on a cloudy afternoon, with a slight chill seeping into the quilt. He covered himself tightly with the quilt, shrank his body, and buried his head in the pillow. The gentle conversation of adults came from outside the room. Everything was so peaceful, and he fell into a dream.

Darkness is not so scary...

It is too cold at night, so it is natural to grow some fur.

There are many bad guys at night, and the claws are also for peace of mind.

Put the heart on the head, so that you can hear your heartbeat and judge your state. The heart is very sensitive, and you can also detect the weak information in the dark and distinguish the direction.

Without vision, it is of course a good thing to have other senses that are more acute.

Being able to hear various sounds and smell various smells, doesn't it prove that the senses are normal? You can escape in time when you encounter danger.

This is the normal state of survival of dark creatures, there is nothing strange.

Mo Ling gradually understood the darkness.

For creatures living in the light, the eternal night is extremely dangerous and full of unknowns, but for those creatures that already live in the dark, they have long been accustomed to these things that can bring fear.

The unknown and fear are part of the darkness and are inseparable, just like the burns brought by the sun. If you want to bear the warmth, you must accept the transfer of temperature, which is an inescapable price.

If you want to enjoy the concealment and tranquility of darkness, you must accept the other side of darkness. They are originally one. Living in the dark, you must not enjoy the fire of civilization, but you will not be burned by the fire.

Is civilization really a good thing?

Is light necessarily correct?

From the beginning to the end, there is only relative correctness, not absolute correctness. Life has only chosen the path that they think the benefits are greater than the cost, and is moving in the direction of "conducive to survival".

And no one knows the real "correct" path.

"Maybe, never developing civilization and always immersing in darkness is the correct path for life to last forever..."

Mo Ling suddenly had this strange idea. He suddenly felt that he had many misunderstandings about darkness.

It's not just him, many intelligent creatures have the same misunderstanding:

"Light is necessary."

"Life of eating raw meat and drinking blood is painful."

"Ignorance will lead to destruction."

"There is no way out in the dark."

"..."

This is a very arrogant prejudice.

It's like understanding plants from the perspective of animals.

"They don't move, they are so stupid and inferior."

This perspective is narrow, but it is inevitable, because animals can't understand plants, and plants can't understand animals.

The habits and structures between races are very different. They are all cellular organisms, but there is such a big gap, not to mention the gap between the real dark creatures living in the eternal night and the creatures living under the light. It must be like a natural moat, and they can't understand each other at all.

In this state, Mo Ling's mind has completely diverged. He began to reflect on his previous thoughts and began to recall that completely different perspective.

"Why did I think that at the time?"

It's not just him, even the creator of the spectrum, the seven colors, can't escape their own narrowness. They also think that bringing creatures into the spectrum is a "good thing."

They were born as light, and based on their own cognition, they absolutely could not understand darkness.

Dark erosion is not an erosion, but a gentle transformation.

Mo Ling really stood in the darkness, looking at this world of eternal night from the perspective of a dark creature.

"It seems quite beautiful."

A gentle breeze blew by his side, blowing the soft hair, and the sharp claws hooked the ground, which was a sense of stability with his feet on the ground. The heart on the top of his head was pounding, which was a symbol that he was still alive, full of vitality and healthy.

The blood vessels hung softly on his body, and this fragile sense felt every move in the darkness. Without vision, all the chaotic movements became useful information, captured in the body, bringing a sense of security that everything was under control.

Mo Ling just quietly felt the comfort brought by the darkness until he smelled a familiar smell.

"Coke flavor?"

Mo Ling was stunned. This was not the norm in the dark.

He quickly retracted his strange dark perception and looked around...

A faint metallic gleam, an ordinary bed.

Shining grass, all kinds of strange furniture and supplies.

"I'm back again..."

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Ling relaxed, he returned to the cube.

But...

He picked up a can and used the reflection of the bottom of the can to look at himself.

Black hair, black claws, hunched body, and a long tail for maintaining balance. The heart crawled out of the chest, and the blood vessels condensed into a ball on the head...

Except that the cube head disappeared, he still maintained this weird "dark form". Those black blood vessels replaced his cube head, wriggling on the hairy neck, coiled into a ball, like a group of twisted earthworms, and the heart was beating on top, which looked quite weird.

Seeing that he still looked weird, Mo Ling was not shocked at all.

He stared at the bottom of the can for a long time, then raised his hand to look at his paws and stroked his soft hair...

"I'm pretty handsome."

Aesthetics also became strange.

"Shouldn't I think I'm handsome?" The original thought was strongly resisting, and contradictory cognitions were fighting in his mind.

Although Mo Ling didn't know whether he had a brain now, he was still thinking "normally".

"I'm really handsome..."

The distorted aesthetic gradually defeated the normal cognition. Mo Ling even posed and became deeply fascinated by himself at the bottom of the can.

"No, I can't look at it anymore."

Mo Ling suppressed the idea of ​​continuing to appreciate it, put the can back, and began to look at everything in the cube with his transformed cognition.

The grass was glowing, a little scary, stay away from it.

Mo Ling found that he was resistant to all kinds of glowing things from the bottom of his heart, even the metal wall with a faint glow was a little resistant, and he was not willing to approach.

But fortunately, the light in the cube was not strong, dim, and this was a place he was very familiar with, full of his own smell, so it gave him a "very safe" feeling.

It was the smell of the canned food that made him feel very sick.

"So oily, so salty, and a smell of corruption..."

This is the case with processed foods such as canned food. In order to preserve them, they are added with a lot of oil, salt and additives, so the food is certainly not "fresh".

In Mo Ling's senses after the transformation, this kind of food is unacceptable.

Mo Ling still feels a little uncomfortable because he loves canned food very much before, but now he feels disgusted.

But the next discovery makes Mo Ling very happy...

He picked up a can of Coke and smelled it with his enhanced sense of smell.

At this time, his perception responded:

"Holy water!"

The sugar content is full, and drinking a can can last for a long time in the dark.

For dark creatures that often can't find food, this thing is holy water, sweet, refreshing, and enhancing perception.

Mo Ling's appetite suddenly increased, and he could no longer restrain himself. With a hook of his claws, the Coke can was instantly opened, and he also hurriedly poured the black liquid with bubbles on his head.

The black blood vessels immediately began to wriggle, eagerly drinking the sudden sweet rain from heaven...