I'm trapped in a cube

"Where did you come from?"

"The darkness guided me here!"

"..."

This fellow tribesman was stunned when he spoke.

"Are you from the Quiet Night Tribe?"

He immediately guessed that this was a psychopath from the Quiet Night Tribe, and the fact was just as he thought, this fellow tribesman who drifted here directly admitted that he was from the Quiet Night Tribe.

"Where did you come from?" he continued to ask.

"Follow the guidance of the darkness! Pass through the layers of illusions! Drift across the pure white sea!"

"I understand..."

Realizing that he could not communicate with this madman at all, he gave up, pulled the madman ashore, and stopped caring about him.

After the madman came ashore, he began to wander around on the stone brick platform he built, and ran to the pyramid to look out, but ignored him until he made food with slime mold, and the madman came to his side again.

"Hungry?"

"Hungry."

At this time, the madman became normal.

He still couldn't bear to watch his fellow tribesmen starve, especially a lunatic who seemed to have no self-care ability, so he shared the slime ball he had prepared with the madman.

The madman took the slime ball, raised it directly to his head and crushed it, letting the juice spill on his heart.

The blood vessels absorbed the juice frantically, and soon he finished the food. He looked hungry for a long time.

After eating, the madman sat there in a daze and began to mutter some strange words.

"Darkness is not here, there are only idiots here..."

"Who is the idiot?"

"You."

"..."

He was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect to be called an idiot after sharing the food.

He was a little unconvinced and asked back quickly: "Why am I an idiot?"

"You came here and didn't know anything. You built a platform, a temple, and saved me. Everything was done according to the prescribed instructions. I thought you came up with it yourself, and I don't know why you did it. If you are not an idiot, what are you?" The madman asked back.

"I..." He was about to refute, but suddenly realized that what the madman said seemed to be right. He really didn't know why he did this.

"You keep asking me where I came from. Do you know where you came from?"

"I don't know..." He recalled his experience before drifting, but he couldn't remember it at all. It seemed that the beginning of his memory was on that white sea.

"Do you know why you put the bricks together?"

"Because I was afraid of falling... It's also convenient to collect food..."

As he spoke, he realized that his reason seemed a bit far-fetched. He didn't seem to need to make these bricks into a platform at all. Why did he suddenly think of building a platform at that time?

"How did you learn the method of making food?" The madman continued to ask.

"I..."

He couldn't remember it. That method seemed to be something he learned suddenly. It suddenly appeared in his mind when he was about to starve to death.

And he mastered that method naturally, and even when he operated it for the first time, he was very familiar with it.

"And why did you build that temple?" The madman pointed to the pyramid not far away and continued to ask.

"Because... bored?"

Under the madman's repeated questioning, he began to doubt his own behavior. Looking at the pyramid that was neatly built with stone bricks, he suddenly felt a strange sense of strangeness.

"Did I really build it? Why did I build it in this shape?"

His mind suddenly went blank, and he didn't know how to answer the madman's question.

"You don't know anything, and you still say you are not a fool?"

"Then I am... a fool?"

"Don't you even know your own name?"

"No, I know, my name is..."

What's my name?

He was suddenly stunned, as if he knew nothing about his past.

Name, identity, origin... all forgotten.

"I drifted from the slime mold. After arriving here, I saw a mess of stone bricks. I built a platform, a temple, and saved a madman. I, I..."

He stammered about his experience, trying to sort out the logic of his behavior during this period, trying to follow the clues and find the memory before drifting, but all this was in vain.

His memory was stuck at the moment of drifting, with only pure white...

"Idiot, do you understand?"

"I don't understand."

"That's right, if you understand, you're not an idiot."

"Then who am I?"

"How should I know, are you asking a madman for his opinion?"

"..."

He froze, speechless.

While he was in a daze, the madman took the food from his hand and ate it all...

After a long time, he gradually came to his senses, looking at his empty hands, he was confused again.

"Where's my food?"

"I remember I just made it?"

"Is my memory wrong again?"

"Is it really like he said, I'm an idiot?"

He walked to the shore in confusion and began to collect slime molds to make food.

First, use some broken bricks to get the slime molds on the platform and spread them out, then find another brick and hit it hard until the slime molds lose their stickiness and become hard balls...

He picked up the dumpling awkwardly, crushed it on his head, and let the liquid flow to his heart.

The taste was both strange and familiar.

He seemed to have tasted it many times, but he seemed to have never felt it at all.

Recalling the actions of making food just now, he found that the method and steps of making it seemed to be known from beginning to end. From the first time he made food, he was extremely familiar with it. Every time was exactly the same, without progress or change.

"Have I always known it?"

"But why did I remember it when I got here?"

Feeling the taste of the food, he was stunned again and fell into deep thought.

It was not until the madman patted his shoulder that he was temporarily freed from confusion.

"Fool, don't think about it, you can't figure it out."

"I'm about to figure it out."

"No, if you can't figure it out, you will always be in the state of 'about to figure it out'."

"What's wrong with me...?" He looked at his hands and asked puzzledly.

"You were also guided by the darkness. Those things were all done by the darkness. It's just that you can't feel the darkness, so you feel that those thoughts appear inexplicably and don't know what you are doing. You... are too stupid and too far away from the darkness, so it's like this." The madman explained seriously.

"Did the darkness really make me do this?" He asked in disbelief.

"Then is there anything else here?"

"But didn't you say that the darkness is not here either..."

"Although the darkness is not here, we are also a part of the darkness and will definitely be affected by the darkness."

"Why does it affect me?"

"Then you have to ask it yourself. I don't know. I was also guided here and I haven't even figured out my mission."

"But how can I ask it..."

He fell into confusion again. He couldn't even feel the existence of darkness, so how could he ask the darkness?

"If you can't ask, don't ask. Just follow the instructions of the darkness." The madman comforted: "It's the same whether you ask or not. It's the same whether you think or not..."

"Give up thinking, and you won't be confused. It's good to be a fool."